#son eric smut

[4wkjun]

12th floor, 1207. | syj

pairing: sohn youngjae × afab!reader

genre: smut with a tiny bit plot, just to have context? minors dni!!

warings: sex inside of an elevator, nipple sucking, fingering (f!receiving), pet names, protected sex!

random note: please tell me what you think! tell me where i can improve :(

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“thank you!” you smiled as the blonde guy held the elevator doors for you. it was almost six p.m., your feet killing you inside of those awful heels, you couldn’t wait to get home and rest.

you leaned against the elevator wall, closing your eyes as the elevator got up. the elevator stopped abruptly, shaking as if it was about to fall down. you opened your eyes, nervous, only to see the emergency light on.

“what the fuck?” you sighed.

“it must have been a power outage” the guy next to you said, weirdly calm. you looked at him terrified, suddenly nervous to be stuck in the elevator with a neighbor you have never seen before. “it happens quite often around this building, are you new here?”

“what...?”

“you seem a little scared, that’s why i’m asking” the boy explained himself, sitting on the floor.

“and you’re not?!”

the guy chuckled, shaking his head. “i grew up here, it doesn’t amuse me anymore. i’m eric, by the way. i live on the 12th floor.”

“y/n.” you said, still nervous. “8th floor.”

eric nodded, grabbing his phone from his pocket. as expected, there was no service at all as the big numbers showed the time: 18:02. you expected to be out of that damn metal box in five minutes, max.

“your boyfriend’s not gonna like when he finds out his girl is stuck in an elevator with another guy” eric said, your eyes staring at your phone. 19:57. you had no other option but sit down and talk to the guy next to you, which you found out wasn’t that bad. he seemed to have a good sense of humor, making you laugh occasionally.

“i don’t have a boyfriend.”

“girlfriend?”

“nope. it’s just me and my cats.”

eric hummed, looking at you through the weak emergency light. the two of you sat down on the floor, next to each other – because you wore a skirt to work that morning, so you decided it was better to sit next to a stranger than across, letting him see your underwear.

“what?” you asked, looking back at him. eric shook his head, smiling.

“how come no one got you yet?”

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. you playfully slapped his knee and he raised his eyebrows, looking funny at you.

“is that how you flirt?”

“nah, i wouldn’t flirt with you. i’m assuming you work in a office, doing fancy stuff. i’m a bartender, you wouldn’t fall for my crap.”

you shook your head, your eyebrows furrowed. “i’m not that shallow, y’know?” you responded, a little offended.

“oh, yeah? so if you headed to a bar after work, would you let me get you a free drink and walk you home?”

“sure, why not? it can be dangerous to walk drunk alone” you shrugged. eric laughed.

“would you let me kiss you in front of your door?”

“well, not in front of my door, 'cause you would have to pass my doorman...” you laughed. eric rolled his eyes, holding a smile back. “but i guess i would let you kiss me” you said, stopping laughing. your voice faded almost as a whisper, eric’s eyes strong on yours.

“do i have to buy you a drink first?” he asked, slowly leaning in.

maybe because you were tired, maybe because he made you laugh enough to find him charming, or simply because he is charming, you shook your head, whispering a weak “no” before pressing your lips against eric’s.

as his tongue circled your bottom lip, you held back a whimper. it’s been so long since you got on a date, you couldn’t remember when you had any kind of intimacy with another person. his tongue felt smooth against yours, his hands gripping onto your hips and you barely realized he placed them there. your hands found the nape of his neck, your fingers feeling his soft short hair.

realizing you felt uncomfortable in that weird position, eric pulled you in, trying to get you to sit on his lap. you broke apart of his lips, your cheeks bright red even under the dim lights.

“i can’t straddle you, i’m wearing a skirt” you said out of breath, his lips reaching your chin. he hummed, his nose caressing your jawline.

“i’m not gonna look, i promise” he said, his lips kissing the soft skin of your neck. you chuckled, unconsciously leaning your head back for him to have better access to your soft spots. “or we could both undress, if it makes you more comfortable.”

your laugh got stuck inside of your throat as eric sucked the sweet spot right under your jaw, your hands gripping onto his hair.

“fuck it” you moaned, throwing your leg on top of his lap, trying not to let your weight on him. eric chuckled, his hands lowering your body on his.

“that’s my intention” he groaned, his lips softly caressing your skin. you tried to lift yourself again and he laughed, lowering your body again. “you can sit on me, i won’t break.”

“it’s just... i just met you” you said, realization hitting you.

“let me show you what i do best, then” he said, his lips back on yours before you could answer. his hands lowered to your thighs, slowly lifting your social skirt. you found yourself actually sitting on his lap, his cock growing harder underneath you.

“wait, what about the security cameras?”

“it’s a power outage, princess. no one will be able to see you, just me” he whispered, his fingertips reaching your clothed pussy.

you laughed. “you promised you wouldn’t look” you reminded him, playfully. eric laughed, shaking his head.

“and gave you a better suggestion right after, remember?” he said, his left hand tucking your hair behind your ear. “we should both undress, hm?” as his right fingers circled your clit softly, you whimpered, feeling your arousal starting to pool.

while circling your clit slowly, his free hand started to unbutton your blouse. his lips met your collarbone with a hum, your skin burning against his lips.

“you’re not undressing, eric” you said, your eyes trying to stay open as his fingertips found the hem of your underwear, ready to pull them. his lips let go of your skin and he grinned, his left hand caressing your waist beneath the fabric of your blouse.

“would you like me to undress, y/n?” he asked, his tone sending chills to your spine. you nodded, feeling your cheeks hotter.

“it’s not fair.”

“what’s not fair?” eric asked, his right hand still hanging between your pussy and your underwear, waiting for your greenlight to pull them to the side.

“you’re only taking my clothes off.”

your hands found the hem of his t-shirt timidly, waiting for him to say or do something. eric smiled, gently squeezing the flesh of your waist. he leaned in, going straight to your right ear.

“then you better hurry up and take mine as well, before the power goes back and the neighbors catch us like this, hm?” he whispered, his knuckles brushing against your clit again. you whined both at the feeling and the thought of being caught, your hands held his shirt tight, pulling it before you could think straight.

eric let go of you to help you pull his shirt off, your jaw almost dropping by the sight of his toned abdomen right in front of you. you thought that kind of body only existed in television and photoshoped magazines, not in a couple of floors above yours. he laughed at your expression, caressing your cheek.

“you like what you see?”

you blushed, nodding. he grinned, his other hand caressing your thigh again. you couldn’t help yourself, grinding against his clothed crotch as his hand squeezed your thigh. eric groaned and you felt a knot down your stomach, completely turned on by now.

“you can see this everytime you want, babe. 12th floor, remember?” he said, trying to keep the mood as light as possible.

you nodded, leaning in to kiss his soft lips again. as you pressed your clothed pussy against his boner again, he moaned into the kiss, his hands dropping your blouse through your shoulders, quickly looking for your bra. he unclasped the piece of clothing with two fingers and you whined as he pulled your bra completely out of your body, embarrassed to be exposed like that. eric broke the kiss, taking his time to admire your bare chest, amazed by how beautiful you are. you tried to cover yourself with your arms and eric quickly grabbed your hands, looking at your eyes.

“there’s no need for you to be shy, y/n. you’re so pretty” he said, his hands leading yours to his torso. he made sure your hands got busy with his own body as his lips lowered to your upper chest. “you’re so hot” he mumbled between open mouthed kisses on your boob, so close to your hard nipple you could feel his breath. “it’s such a shame i’m the only one who gets to see how hot you look right now...”

“eric...” you moaned, anticipating for the moment he would finally lower his mouth to your nipple.

“tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you” he mumbled, making out with your soft flesh. you knew you would have bruises all over your chest in a couple of hours, but your brain was completely shut down at that point.

“i...” you tried. you actually tried to tell him to suck on your tits and touch your cunt as a desperate whore, but the words couldn’t find their way out of your throat. “i can’t” you whined.

eric chuckled, his hands going behind your skirt again. “you’re shy, hm? that’s ok, i’m in a good mood today. how do you feel...” he said, both his hands grabbing your ass. you moaned, closing your eyes shut. “... about telling me yes or no? i’ll ask if you want me to do something and you’ll tell me, hm?”

you nodded, your hands holding onto his torso.

“words, princess. i’m gonna need words.”

“yes, eric. yes” you whine. he smiled, even though you couldn’t see.

“do you want me to rub you, pretty girl?”

feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks and ears, you bit your lip before saying a shaky “yes”. eric hummed, his dominant hand entering your underwear with ease. his fingertips reached your slit, collecting your arousal before circling your clit for real this time. you moaned, your hands reaching for his shoulders as you leaned in, looking for support.

“you’re so wet, y/n” he cooed. “is it because of me? a stranger you met over an hour ago?”

“y-yes. god, yes” you whined as he kept his pace and pressure. he got you clenching around nothing just by rubbing your clit. jesus, you were quite deprived and didn’t even realized.

“do you want me to suck your tits, babe? make you feel real good before fucking you dumb?”

you whined, pressing your hips down, trying to get more friction of his fingers. “please...”

eric smiled big before attaching his lips to your hardened nipple. you moaned, squeezing his shoulders at the contact. his tongue circled your nipple so softly and slowly, almost as if he was devouring your body. his fingers stopped for a moment, only to slid through your slit again and enter your pussy slowly, his digits stretching your gummy walls. you bit your lip trying to avoid loud moanings, not knowing where the elevator stopped.

his cock was throbbing inside of his sticky underwear and you knew it. a little clumsy, you reached for his belt, loosening it the way you could, your body too overwhelmed to do things straight. eric let go of your nipple with a loud pop, smiling at you.

“you have no idea of how bad i want you to jerk me off, baby” he started, his fingers painfully slow in and out of you. “but i’m afraid we’re gonna have to pass it for now, 'cause i need to fuck you before the lights come back, hm?”

“but you... you’re doing it to me” you managed to say, almost strangled. he chuckled, pumping in and out of you faster. you gasped, your hands supporting yourself on his torso.

“and i could do this all day. but i can’t go home only feeling your dripping cunt on my fingers, can i?” he said softly, as if he wasn’t about to make you cum on his fingers. your fingernails digged into his skin and you held your breath, letting him know you were about to cum, so he kept the pace, his palm casually brushing through your clit.

you leaned your head against his shoulder as you came, literally drooling on his skin. you didn’t have time to feel embarrassed as he removed his fingers out of you as soon as you came down, licking them as if he was starving and you were the best meal he’s ever had. still shaking a little, you unzipped his pants and managed to pull his underwear down, the most uncoordinated way possible. eric chuckled and you felt your mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing tip hitting his stomach, so red and shiny leaking his precum.

“you think you can ride me?” eric asked, pumping himself slowly between your bodies. he had a decent size, probably big enough to hit your cervix, thicker than you expected.

as you looked at him with hazed eyes, his free hand found his walled inside of his back pocket. he stopped jerking off for a bit, looking for a condom between the tip bills he had in there. after finding and opening the package with his teeth, you couldn’t stop looking as his movements, wondering if he could fuck you raw.

“i think i can try” you said, lifting yourself up and pulling your panties to the side. as eric adjusted himself beneath you, you slowly sank down, feeling his tip stretching you. you bit your lips, holding a loud moaning and eric hissed. his hands grabbed your ass with eager and his head rested against the cold metal wall.

you lowered your body slowly, trying to adjust to the delicious feeling of his cock inside of you. as you got him completely inside of you, you whined and eric slapped your ass. your body jolted at the feeling, eric groaning at the movement. seeying his neck exposed, your lips shyly kissed his adam’s apple, slowly moving on top of him.

“aren’t you sweet?” eric groaned, slapping your ass again. “gosh, you’re so tight. talk to me otherwise i’ll cum in a minute” he moaned, his hand caressing the flesh he freshly slapped.

“i can’t think of anything” you whine, your ass smacking against his skin. his tip brushed against your g-spot so easily, your mind going completely blank. you gave the spot between his shoulder and his neck a specially harsh kiss, sucking on the skin right after. he moaned, the sound making you clench around him.

“you like it when i moan, princess?” he asked, his voice sending chills down your spine. you hummed against his skin, clenching again.

“men... they never moan” you said, closing your eyes again. you put your forearms on his shoulders, trying to get support as your thighs began to feel sore. eric chuckled, suddenly trusting his hips foward to meet yours. you moaned unexpectedly, throwing your head back.

“i’m not like the men you fucked before, hun” eric whimpered, his voice shaky. “i’m not intending to hide how good you feel around me.”

you whined, slowing down your pace. you were about to get cramps on your thighs, but you could feel your second orgasm so close...

“your thighs hurtin’?” eric asked, his hand squeezing your ass again.

“yes” you whined, sinking down again.

eric hissed before sliding himself down on the floor, laying the best way he could inside of that tiny metal cube. pulling your torso towards him, eric started to thrust in and out of you, fucking you deliciously.

you pressed your forehead against eric’s shoulder while whining, the pleasure becoming unbearable. eric kept his pace, his tip hitting your cervix non-stop.

“i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop clenching around me” eric moaned and you only whined in response, your hands squeezing the sides of his torso.

your name never seem to leave his lips as his thrusts became erratic and he came first inside of the condom. he kept his hard thrusts while riding his high and you took that moment to put your hand between your bodies and rub your clit, your orgasm washing over you in a matter of seconds.

you plopped your whole body down, your legs weak like jelly. eric chuckled, his hands caressing the sides of your body. he gave you a minute before pulling his dick out of you, enjoying your last whine.

“you look so beautiful like this” he said as you started lifting your body away from his. you seemed confused and he smiled. “all fucked up.”

you laughed and slapped his chest playfully before completely leave his lap. eric watched with hazed eyes as you fixed your underwear and lowered your skirt back to it’s place. when you were about to grab your bra, eric got it first, hiding behind his body.

“what’s this now?” you asked, chuckling. eric smiled, pulling his underwear and pants back up while still looking at you.

“your tits are too pretty to be covered by a bra” he shrugged, sitting on the floor again. you shook your head, suddenly feeling exposed again under the dim lights. “i’mma keep them for now, huh?”

you didn’t know what to respond as eric helped you dressing your blouse again, his fingertips brushing against your hot skin while he buttoned the piece for you. when he was done, you knew he could see your nipples piercing through the thin fabric – exactly like he pictured.

“so pretty” he mumbled before leaning in to kiss you again. and you let him kiss your lips for the nth time, completely unaware of the time or how long it would take for the power to come back.

(un)fortunately, the lights got back on two minutes after eric got you dressed again. you got on your feet awkwardly, leaning down to grab your terrible heels again. eric hummed at the view of your ass towards him, you skin still red under the fabric. eric got up as well, putting his shirt back on. he sneaked your bra inside of his pants while keeping eye contact with you.

the elevator’s ding indicated the 7th floor.

“be my guest to come around and get it back anytime you want, sweetheart” he smiled. you suddenly felt like hovering his body with yours again, but you couldn’t. “12th floor, 1207. i’ll wait for you.”

the doors opened and you walked out against your will, eric’s smile vivid inside of your mind. as the elevator’s door closed behind you, leaving you alone in the hallway, you took a deep breath before turning around.

you waited around twenty seconds before hitting the elevator button again.

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[mymoodwriting]

15.8k, yandere, manipulation, gangs, drugs, guns, needles, sedatives, car accident, alcohol, kidnapping, knives, pills, smut, non-con, dub-con, knife play, aphrodisiac, BDSM, sex toys, fingering, dry humping, gang bang, double penetration, restraints, supernatural power (@starillusion13)

“Welcome to Wingz Express, how may I help you?”

You pulled down your hood as you walked into the shop. The gentleman behind the counter was quite handsome, and more focused on the white cat in its arms. When he looked up at you he offered a smile, standing up.

“What can I do for you?”

“Uh… hi… I was wondering… how much could you give me for this necklace?”

You pulled your fist out of your pocket, holding it out and opening your hand to reveal a small gold necklace. The gentleman asked for your permission to take it and then proceeded to do so. He examined it for a moment up against the light and then handed it back to you, checking under the counter display case for something.

“So, tell me, why’s a pretty thing like you selling something so pretty.”

“I just need the money…”

“What for?”

“Nothing bad!” You quickly remarked. “Just for school… I need new books for the semester and… I don’t really have any other options.”

“I see.”

The gentleman got out a scale, turning it on and testing it out with a few other jewelry pieces. As he did that the door opened, a bell ringing to signify there was someone new entering the shop. You looked over to see another guy with a cap walk in, and before the shop worker could say their greeting he spoke.

“I’m back.”

“Welcome back, Hyunjae.”

“Oh, what do we have here?”

This Hyunjae gave you a smile before going behind the counter with the other, looking around for the item in question. Although you still had it.

“May I?”

The other held his hand out to you, and you handed over the necklace. He put it on the scale and noted down its weight. From there Hyunjae grabbed it and began examining it.

“So, how much are you looking to get?” The worker asked.

“Juyeon-”

“I’m not talking to you right now, Hyunjae.” Juyeon cleared his throat and smiled at you. “How much do you need?”

“Uh… if I could get a few hundred… that would be fine… although I don’t think the necklace is worth that much…”

“Well you’re in luck.” Juyeon grabbed the necklace, holding it up. “The craftsman ship on this is quite unique, the weight is decent, and it seems to be 14k, so I can give you about six hundred dollars.”

“Six… six hundred?”

“Too little?”

“I… no… if that’s what it’s worth… I had no idea…”

“Whoever gave this to you must have really cared for you.”

“I guess… it’s the only thing I have from my birth parents… before they passed away…”

“Oh, something with this much sentimental value… are you sure you want to-”

“I need the money for school… it’s okay…”

“If you say so.”

Juyeon grabbed a sheet of paper and pen, sliding it over to you. He asked for you to fill out your personal information, as they needed physical records of all transactions. He stepped away for a moment to get the money, counting it in front of you so you’d have no doubts. As he handed it over to you he kept his grip on it, confusing you. He reached into his jacket pocket and held out a business card for you, which you hesitantly took.

“What’s this?”

“If you need money, it might be better to get a job. We also run a delivery service and are always looking for new people.” Juyeon let go of the money. “Just a thought.”

“Thank you…”

You politely bowed your head and made your way out of the shop. Juyeon watched you every step of the way until you were out of sight. When he looked back he was met with Hyunjae’s death glare.

“What?”

“Six hundred dollars? Seriously? How much is that necklace actually worth?”

“About a hundred.”

“Juyeon!”

“What!”

“Sangyeon is going to kill you.”

“He can try.” Juyeon looked down at the paperwork. “Let me know when she calls.”

“You mean if she calls.”

“When.” Juyeon corrected. “She’ll call.”

“And how can you be so sure?”

“Cause I’m gonna make her mine.”

❤ 

You went to the shop early in the morning the day before classes started. You made it back to your dorm, ignoring the boxes you needed to unpack and just collapsing onto the bed. You were grateful you had gotten some money, hoping it’d be enough for books. Your stomach growled and you could only whine. You had two meal passes per day, and you’d rather save those for lunch and dinner. For a moment you thought to spend some of the money you had on breakfast, but you quickly shot the idea down reminding yourself you had to save every penny. After some more lounging around you heard your roommate come in, reminding you that you needed to unpack and get ready for the semester.

After the first week you had all necessary materials, and a few bucks left over. You kinda wanted to treat yourself, but you knew you shouldn’t be spending so recklessly. You’d spend your time in the library, working on assignments, or in your dorm. Even though you wanted to go out, even when classmates invited you, the only option you had was to stay in your dorm. It sucked, but you were used to it by now. Especially the morning hunger pains. Which were way worse after pulling an all nighter. 

You laid in bed the next morning, telling yourself you had to get up. You went about your morning routine, getting your things and when you put your phone in your pocket found a business card. For a moment you questioned it, but seeing the name on it reminded you where you had gotten in. The shop worker told you it would be best to get a job, and that they were hiring. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to do it though, considering you’ve seen a lot of delivery workers dropping off big heavy boxes. Not to mention the fact your schedule was all over the place. 

Then again you could do late evenings but you’d sacrifice sleep in the process. You groaned as you debated this, unsure what to do. In your current situation you were just getting by, staying at a constant with no real movement upwards. You were okay, but you could be better. Some money in your pocket would probably make you feel less anxious. Since you still had time before your morning class you decided to call on your way over, hoping to get some information and go from there. 

“Hello, Wingz Express, how may I help you?”

“Hi… I was calling to ask about your open positions.”

“Open positions?”

“Yes. One of your employees from the shop gave me a card, I believe his name was Juyeon. He told me you were hiring.”

“Ah, yes. So, what do you want to know?”

“Well, I was curious about the pay? Does it depend on the department or-”

“Thirty.”

“…” You stopped in your tracks. “Thirty… what?”

“All the work is basically the same, so I’d be paying you thirty an hour.”

“Thirty… an hour?”

“Is that not enough?”

“No! I mean, that’s great. Although, I’m a uni student so I could only really work late in the evening.”

“That’s fine. A delivery service is available 24/7 so that’s no problem. When can you start?”

“… just like that? No interview or background check.”

“It’s a delivery job, don’t need much, just you.”

“Oh… okay then…”

“You think you could come by later today? I know where I could put you.”

“Yeah, yeah I can do that. Does seven sound good?”

“Works for me. Can I get your name?”

“Y/n.”

“I’m Sangyeon, the owner. I’ll text you the address for the warehouse and when you come over ask for me.”

“Got it. Thank you.”

“I’ll see you later.”

When the call ended you found yourself staring at your phone. You easily got a job, and it paid very well. For a moment your heart fluttered with joy but then you thought about it. If it paid this much, and they were hiring, there had to be something wrong with the job. That killed your mood a bit but you told yourself it wouldn’t hurt to check it out. Besides, they were expecting you now so it would be rude not to show up. You put it all to the side for now focusing on your classes. You had an early lunch before catching a bus and heading to the warehouse. It seemed pretty empty, so you began to worry you were in the wrong place, but you saw some trucks with the Wingz Express stamp on it in the loading dock, giving you some reassurance.

You then saw a few people walking inside the building. You called out to them, but they didn’t seem to hear you so you followed them inside. It looked how you’d imagine a delivery service would have their warehouse stocked, rows and rows of items going up to the ceiling. Still, you didn’t see many workers around. You were starting to think this place was fairly new, it would explain why the pay was so high, they needed people. You cautiously walked around, looking for another employee, but it wouldn’t be long before you were called out.

“Ya! Stop right there!”

You turned around to see these two gentlemen walking over to you, concern on their faces. You merely offered a smile, trying not to be nervous.

“Hello.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m the new hire.”

“New hire? Seriously?”

“Uh, yes. I spoke with the owner on the phone and he-”

“Sure you did. Look, you seem nice, so why don’t we escort you out.”

“What?”

“We have no problem dragging you out if necessary.”

“But-”

“Guys!” A third voice boomed. “What is going on?”

“This girl says she works here. That she spoke with you on the phone.”

“I did speak with someone.”

You looked back to see who you believed to be Sangyeon approach. He came up to you with a smile and held his hand out to you.

“You must be y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you in person, I’m Sangyeon.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too.”

“I’m glad you found the place, now let’s go to the office and get all the paperwork sorted.”

“Wait, why didn’t you tell us that-”

“It’s fine. Just get back to work you two.”

You followed Sangyeon to the office at the back of the warehouse. He brought out some papers for you to fill out, getting you a hat and vest as well. Afterwards he showed you around the warehouse, telling you about the company. They had been around for a while and as you suspected, only recently set up a location in this area. They pretty much delivered everything to anyone, so their services were sought after.

“I don’t expect heavy manual labor from you, so I’ll be partnering you up with Younghoon.”

You went over to the docks, Sangyeon introducing you to your new partner. He was happy to meet you, giving you a big smile as he shook your hand.

“Welcome to the team.”

“Thanks.”

“I expect you to take good care of her.” Sangyeon commented. “And show her the ropes.”

“Of course.”

“Alright, be safe, and let me know if anything happens. See you both later.”

Younghoon closed up the truck and playfully offered you the keys, but said you didn’t know where to go yet. You also mentioned you didn’t know how to drive which he assured you wasn’t an issue as no one really did deliveries alone.

“So, what’s up with you?”

“Huh?”

“Sorry, I worded that weirdly. Tell me about yourself. What do you do with your time, why the job?”

“Oh… well I’m a university student, and I need the money for my expenses… and to pay back my loans someday.”

“Your parents won’t help out?”

“I don’t have any…”

“Oh, my bad.”

“It’s alright. I was in foster care and did grow up in a nice home, it’s just… different…”

“You still live with your foster parents?”

“No, no, I live on campus in the dormitories. It feels more like my home that way.”

“Look at you, miss independent.”

You giggled. “I try.”

“Well, getting a job is a good step.”

“Thanks.”

You arrived at an apartment complex, going with Younghoon to get the delivery items. You had multiple deliveries in the building, and it would go faster with two people. Younghoon pulled out a small cart, handing you these paper bags with numbers on them. He got another cart and did the same, the two of you taking one and making your way inside the building. He gave you a list, and certain floors to attend to, as well as a walkie to keep in touch with, telling you the numbers on the bags corresponded with apartment numbers. You just had to place the bag in front of the right door and take a picture of it, followed by ringing the doorbell and moving onto the next. Pretty simple.

You did this with a few other apartment complexes, returning to the warehouse in the early hours of the morning. To your surprise you could hear music and cheering coming from inside. Younghoon seemed to know exactly what was going on and had you follow him. You saw a bunch of boys gathered around two others in forklifts, they were gonna race. Sangyeon noticed the two of you and came over. Younghoon told him everything had gone well and all deliveries were made. He was happy to hear, asking you how you felt with the work. It was good, and you were glad to help.

“You should stick around for the race.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“It’ll be fun. You can place your bet too.”

“I don’t really have money to bet…”

“Then how about this.” Younghoon suggested. “You bet an hours pay, and if you win, your paycheck gets doubled. You should have some fun with us too.”

“Uh…”

“It’s not much to lose.”

“Sure. I’ll play.”

If you were gonna keep this job, you should make an effort to get along with your coworkers. You joined in the crowd, going over to the front, and being told who the racers were. One was a gentleman by the name of Sunwoo, and the other Chanhee. You didn’t have much to go by so this was truly a gamble for you. In the end you put your money on Chanhee, and then the race began. The gentleman from the shop, Hyunjae, went up to start the race, doing a count down and dropping the flag. It was easy to get caught up in the energy as you watch the two go around the warehouse, and you were overjoyed when Chanhee crossed the finish line first. You screamed in joy and jumped into Younghoon’s arms. He spun you around until you came back to your senses and apologized.

“Congrats to you.”

“Sorry, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay, you were excited.”

“Y/n.” Sangyeon called. “Let’s get you your money, follow me.”

You went with Sangyeon to the office. He gave you a check for your first shift, and your earnings from the bet in cash. You kept yourself together as best you could, but it was hard to hide your joy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then.”

You returned to your dorm, tired but satisfied. A bit of a burden had been lifted off your shoulders. You cleaned up and went to bed. Even though you wouldn’t get much sleep you had the peace of mind that everything would be alright. In the morning you even treated yourself to a yummy breakfast before class. You went about your day with a slight skip in your step, and happily returned to the warehouse in the evening. While you made your way to the office you heard a honk and one of the forklifts came over to your side. You recognized the driver.

“Hello, I don’t think we got to properly meet last night.”

“Hi, I’m y/n, a new hire.”

“I’m Chanhee, your lucky charm.” He chuckled. “You made the right choice last night.”

“Thanks for winning.”

“It’s all skill. We should hang out sometime outside of work.”

“If I have the time.”

“Then keep me in your thoughts.”

“Y/n!” You heard Younghoon call. “You ready?”

“Coming! I’ll see you around, Chanhee.”

“Don’t be a stranger.”

Chanhee went off and you went over to Younghoon, going off to work. For the next few days it was the same routine. You went to the same places, and did the same job. Since it was late in the evening going into the morning, you rarely ran into people, although it did happen on occasion. These people usually just said hello, and moved on, but on one occasion things were different. Someone approached you, asking about their order. You were happy to help, and asked for their apartment number. You didn’t have anything on your list, so you used your walkie to call Younghoon and ask him about the situation. He had no record of such an order either.

“Sorry, we don’t seem to have your order. Perhaps you could-”

“Just give me one of the ones you have.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. These are for other people. And-”

“Whatever.”

The person just grabbed a random bag off your cart, and you quickly reached out to grab it as well. You were trying to explain this wasn’t for them, but the other party was not letting go. Eventually the struggle caused the bag to rip, multiple items falling to the floor, and a white powder exploding onto you. The other person immediately dropped the bag and ran, causing you to collapse to the floor. You were upset and as you got up Younghoon came to your side, helping you to your feet.

“Are you okay?”

“I guess. Sorry, one of the orders-”

“It’s fine.” Younghoon tried to dust you off. “There’s a small vacuum in the back of the van, why don’t you go get it and I’ll do some cleaning here.”

“Of course.”

You went down to the van and retrieved the vacuum returning to Younghoon as he got off the phone. He thanked you and got to work cleaning up, telling you they liked to operate like ghosts, not leaving a trace behind. He also told you not to worry about the order that was damaged, Sangyeon was already taking care of it. You continued with the deliveries together, although after a while you began to feel dizzy. You thought you were fine but your legs suddenly gave out. Younghoon was quick to catch you, holding you in his arms.

“Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?”

You felt strange, as if you were floating on water. Younghoon’s voice sounded so distant, but you were trying to listen. All you could give him was a smile before your body gave out and everything faded to black.

❤ 

Your head was throbbing as you regained consciousness. It took a moment to register where you were, but as you sat up you could see that you were in the office back at the warehouse. You were relieved to be somewhere familiar, although you were alone. Besides the headache you felt fine, and when you checked the time you saw that your shift had ended half an hour ago. You felt terrible for what had happened, but at least it wasn’t bad enough that you needed to be taken to the hospital. It was getting late and you needed to return to your dorm, but you also wanted to check in with Sangyeon to apologize.

You grabbed your things and stepped out of the office, looking around the warehouse. The place was eerily quiet, yet you called out to see if anyone was there. As far as you knew the warehouse never really closed, so someone had to be around. While wandering around you noticed just how many boxes were stacked in the warehouse. You had never really looked into the type of things Wingz Express delivered, and after today’s incident you were quite curious. The boxes were labeled according to what they had, but you noticed the boxes higher up didn’t have a label at all. 

“You should be careful.”

You jumped when you heard a voice, looking over to see Chanhee up on some boxes looking down at you. If he had been there this whole time then he surely had heard you calling for someone, but just ignored you until now. He chuckled and apologized for startling you, hoping down.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, sorry for what happened.”

“It wasn’t your fault, you were just doing your job.”

“Yeah… so what is it that you guys deliver? What have I been delivering?”

“No idea, big boss Sangyeon takes care of all that. We deliver anything and everything, so who knows, not really our business.”

“I see. I should get going.”

“Right, you have class in the morning. I’ll show you out.”

“I was actually looking for Sangyeon.”

“He’s busy with something, but I’ll let him know you’re alright.”

“Okay, thanks.”

You made it back to your dorm in one piece, feeling a mix of exhaustion and annoyance. People just had to be so dumb and you were sure you’d get a pay cut for passing out on the job. For now though you just needed to sleep and worry about your classes. In the morning you still felt tired, but you had to get on with your day. Although as you were on your way to class you got a call from Sangyeon.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. I do need to apologize for last night.”

“There’s no need. All that matters is that you’re alright. If you need anything, you let me know.”

“I will, thank you.”

“Since I have you on the line, could I ask something of you?”

“What is it?”

“I know you don’t usually work weekends, but if you ever have the time you’re always welcome to come by. I could use the help in the mornings and I’d pay you extra too. Which reminds me, I am paying you for your full hours for yesterday.”

“Oh you don’t-”

“I insist. You got hurt on the job and I need to take care of you. I know it’s early so I’ll let you go, but if you can come in this weekend please let me know.”

“Yeah, yeah I will, thanks Sangyeon.”

“Have a good day.”

“You too.”

❤ 

The weekends were normally your days off. You’d use them to catch up on assignments, or sleep, and maybe treat yourself since you had money to spend. Although you didn’t really have friends to hang out with. At least if you went into work you wouldn’t be alone, and you’d get some more money. So you decided to make your way over to the warehouse, greeted by happy faces.

“I’m glad you could spare the time.” Sangyeon commented.

“No problem. So, where’s Younghoon?”

“You won’t be with him today. I’m gonna have you help Kevin out. Nothing too crazy.”

“Sure. That sounds like fun.”

“I’ll take you to him.”

You followed Sangyeon through the warehouse, going back over to the loading docks. He brought you over to Kevin and introduced you.

“Pleasure to be working with you.”

“Same here.”

“Take care of her.” Sangyeon mentioned.

“I got it, boss.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if anything happens.”

“Will do.” Kevin playfully saluted. “So, I know you’re used to working the evening shift, but I promise the day shift isn’t too bad.”

“I guess we’ll see.”

“Truck’s already loaded so let’s go.”

You made small talk with Kevin on the drive, and the job was fairly similar. You were dropping off boxes to apartment buildings or stores. If there was no one to receive it then you set it down, take a picture, and send a message, just like before. The only real difference was politely greeting people around you. The uniform was simple too, which meant it was easy for people to recognize you.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

While heading back to the truck you were stopped by a group of girls, recognizing them from one of your classes. You weren’t exactly friends, but you knew each other to be more than strangers.

“What are you doing?”

“Just… working… I need some extra money so I thought I’d pick up a few shifts.”

“That explains a lot.”

“Huh?”

“Y/n.”

You looked back just as Kevin approached you, seeming out of breath. He placed an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.

“This was our last stop, so we can go.” Kevin smiled and looked over at the girls. “Ladies, if you’ll excuse us.”

“What’s your name?”

“Sorry, I’m not that easy.”

Kevin pulled you along back to the truck. The other girls followed you for a bit, but Kevin didn’t pay them any attention. As you were on the road heading back to the warehouse your phone started pinning. The girls had your number from previous projects and were asking you about Kevin. Before you could even attempt to answer them Kevin snatched your phone.

“Ya.”

“I thought you were keeping me company.”

“Right, sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Kevin said. “Thanks for today, you were a big help.”

“No problem.”

“You got any plans for later?”

“No, not really. Why?”

“We’re having a party tonight down at our favorite spot. You should come.”

“You mean a club?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t really have an outfit for that.”

“Just wear something nice. You should come. Have a few drinks and relax, I’m sure uni must be stressful.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Would love to see you, consider it a work get together. You’d be able to meet everyone.”

“Uh… sure… there’s no harm.”

“Awesome. I’ll text you the details.”

Like you said, you didn’t have an outfit for the club scene, but found something nice. You were a bit nervous, but to your surprise the bouncer let you in without issue. As you stepped inside you could feel the music shaking everything. The lights were low and people were dancing and drinking in every direction. You glanced down at your phone, sending Kevin a message that you were here. While walking around you wound up running into your classmates from before.

“Y/n? Surprised to see you here, it’s not really your scene.”

“I… I know… it’s a work thing…”

“Oh, then maybe we can join you.”

“I’m not sure if you could.”

Despite the crowd you managed to see a familiar face, Chanhee, excusing yourself and trying to follow after them. You called their name, but you can’t hear much besides the music. Although you stopped when you came across two bouncers, realizing Chanhee had gone into a VIP section.

“Hello, I’m here with my friends and I saw one of them just went through here.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know we were doing VIP tonight.”

Your classmates had followed you and come up from behind, trying to sweet talk the bouncers. You weren’t exactly with them, but if they could help you get in then maybe it wasn’t a bad thing. Although you noticed another familiar face and called out to them.

“Kevin!”

“Y/n, glad you could make it.”

Kevin came over and told the bouncers to let you in, although your classmates weren’t allowed. They started pleading with you, but you weren’t sure what to say.

“Are these your friends y/n?” Kevin asked. “And be honest.”

“Uh… well… not really… we’re just classmates.”

“I see, well, ladies, I’m afraid VIP is invite only, have a nice night.”

Kevin wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you deeper into the VIP section. You were brought over to a private area, seeing many more familiar faces. You got a simple drink from the bar there, mingling with your coworkers and meeting new people. Although some were definitely old faces.

“Y/n! Oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you.”

“Juyeon?”

“Yeah, how’ve you been? How’s the job?”

“It’s good, and the money has been a great help.”

“See, told ya it would work out.”

“Thanks again for the introduction.”

“My pleasure.”

You danced the night away, having a few drinks too. Not enough to be drunk, but you were a bit tipsy. Come morning things were winding down, and you definitely needed rest. Some of the boys offered you a ride back to the dorm, which you gladly accepted. They didn’t all drink as some were the designated drivers of the night. You cozied up in the back of a car, squished between Sunwoo and Eric, while Hyunjae took the passenger seat and Jacob sat behind the wheel. The drive was smooth, Eric having his face pressed against the glass while you leaned against his shoulder. You were half asleep and couldn’t really make out the voices around you.

“She’s so cute…” Hyunjae mumbled, looking at you through the rearview mirror. “Can we keep her? I know tonight-”

“You already know the answer to that.” Jacob interrupted. “We can’t just keep an innocent person around.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

The peaceful ride was suddenly interrupted as you were sent spinning, another vehicle crashing into yours. The car came to a stop when it crashed against the side of the building. All the windows were smashed and you had cuts from broken glass. You groaned as you looked around, seeing that the others were conscious too. Sunwoo was in your field of vision, talking to you, but you couldn’t really hear anything. Next thing you knew the door behind him was yanked open and he was dragged out. Then someone reached in and pulled you out of the wreck. You were laid on the ground, vaguely making out Haknyeon before passing out.

❤ 

You expected to wake up in the hospital, or maybe even in an ambulance. Instead you found yourself in the office back at the warehouse. You felt a few aches around your body, and your cuts stung, but you were fine overall. You slowly sat up, Juyeon and Sangyeon both there to tell you to take it easy.

“What… what happened?”

“Minor car accident.” Juyeon explained. “No one was seriously injured.”

“Shouldn’t we go to the hospital?”

“We’re fine.” Sangyeon assured. “But if you feel like-”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

“Glad to hear. Apologies though, we were supposed to take you back to the dorm, but we needed to make sure you were alright first.”

“I understand, thanks.”

“Why don’t you rest for a bit and then we’ll take you home.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Juyeon got up and got you a glass of water. You thanked him and laid down, feeling like a good nap would do you well as you still felt kinda dizzy and tipsy. Juyeon gave you a blanket and tucked you in on the couch, saying he’d come by later to get you and take you back to your dorm. You thanked him and closed your eyes, getting some sleep. You were out for a while before you opened your eyes again, feeling more clear headed. You found yourself alone in the office, figuring you might as well go look for Juyeon or one of the others. You found your things and headed into the warehouse.

You called out to the guys, but got no answer. Before you could try again you heard some noises and followed them. You saw the boys gathered around, laughing and smiling. You were about to make your presence known when you saw Chanhee hold up a gun and cock it. Your eyes went wide, seeing he wasn’t the only one with a weapon. You took a closer look at what the boys were doing. Besides weapons you saw needles, jewelry, and other types of contraband. It was clear you needed to leave on your own, and quietly. You took a step back and wound up knocking something over and making noise. You cursed under your breath, intending to run off only to bump into Kevin. He had an amused smile on his face, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Look who’s awake.”

“Ha… hi…”

“We were just gonna go get you.”

“Right… I would like to go back to-”

“What’s this?”

The others had come to see what the noise was, finding you with Kevin. You offered the boys a smile, but it was hard to act normal when you saw some of them holding guns.

“Hey… I… I was looking for someone… I need to get back to the dorm…”

“Juyeon.” Sangyeon sighed. “You were supposed to give her a laced glass of water.”

“I swear I thought I did.”

“Well clearly you didn’t.”

“Wa… what do you mean…” You nervously laughed. “I’m fine, and I’d really like to go-”

“I guess we get to keep her after all, Hyunjae.” Jacob commented. “Lucky us.”

“Yes!”

“Huh?”

“Grab her.”

Since Kevin was the closest to you he immediately grabbed your arm which caused you to act. You tried to run and free yourself from his grasp but his grip was tight. Then Younghoon came over and grabbed your other arm, the two of them keeping you from escaping.

“What are you doing! Let go!”

“We can’t do that.” Younghoon said. “Sorry.”

“What about the mission tonight?” Sunwoo asked. “Are we going to postpone?”

“No, it will proceed as intended.” Sangyeon stated. “Those bastards aren’t gonna get away with a stunt like that. And we also need to send a message.”

“Then what do we do about y/n?”

“We’ll keep her here until we get back. Put her in the cage for now.”

“What is that!?” You screamed. “Please, just… just let me go! I won’t tell anyone anything! I swear!”

“We should have made her drink more.” Chanhee said. “Things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated.”

“Probably. Now let’s move.”

You tried to argue some more but the boys just dragged you along effortlessly. You were taken further into the warehouse, coming over to the sortation area. You weren’t sure what this cage was, but you were a bit relieved when you saw it. In order to transport packages around there was this cage on wheels to make sure they were safe. Usually it was stacked high with packages but this time you would be put inside. It was hard to fight back as they locked you in. You expected them to use some sort of lock but instead you watched in disbelief as Kevin bent the metal together. He gave you a smirk and a wink.

“We’ll be back later. So stay put.”

You couldn’t resist the urge to try and break yourself free but the door wouldn’t budge at all. Your mind was still processing what had happened, but the proof was right in front of you. There was no way someone was physically strong enough to bend metal the way Kevin just did, but you were living in that reality. You screamed at them to let you out, but none listened and just walked away, leaving you trapped and completely alone. You kept trying to free yourself for a while, but eventually you exhausted yourself. You collapsed and sat in the cage, contemplating your next move.

These guys were something else, and you didn’t know them at all. Now you were their prisoner, and you were certain they wouldn’t easily let you go. Since it was quiet and you were settling down from everything that had happened, exhaustion was catching up to you. Without really meaning to you wound up falling asleep. You didn’t know for how long you were out, but you woke to the rattling of the cage. You jumped awake and quickly scrambled against a corner, seeing Chanhee grabbing onto the cage and giggling.

“You look good in there.”

“Let me out!”

“Sure, but no running away, okay?”

“Whatever.”

Chanhee bent the metal back, allowing for the doors to be opened. You didn’t bother thinking about his insane feat of strength, but you were certainly surprised to see him holding his hand out to you. Reluctantly you took it, finally being able to stretch properly. You didn’t see anyone else around, so this was your chance. You offered Chanhee a smile before shoving him away from you and running in the opposite direction. Unfortunately you didn’t make it far as you crashed into Haknyeon, who you swear wasn’t there a second ago, and fell to the floor. You glanced back to see that Chanhee was still standing by the cage. Your shove really hadn’t thrown him off balance at all.

“What did I say?” Chanhee teased. “No running away. It’s pointless either way.”

“Please just let me go…” 

“We’re going home now, so don’t worry.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Haknyeon helped you to your feet, distracting you as Chanhee came up from behind and jammed a needle into your neck, emptying out its contents into you. Your eyes went wide, and Haknyeon held you still. Once the needle was removed you began to feel a bit dizzy, your legs losing strength. You could vaguely make out the smile on Haknyeon’s face as he lifted you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style. You tried to speak, to stay awake, but it wasn’t long before the darkness swallowed you.

“Let’s go home.”

❤ 

When you regained consciousness you felt a bit sore, but as soon as you had your head on straight your focus was on figuring out what happened and where you were. Unfortunately you couldn’t see much as your surroundings were pitch black. Not to mention your hands and legs were tied together, leaving you with a limited ability to move. So you carefully began to wiggle around, bumping into some boxes. Despite being close to the object, you couldn’t actually see it unless you got really close. Although this didn’t help you much as you had no means of freeing yourself.

A moment later you shake as the ground beneath you begins to move, and you hear the loud roar of a trailer. You were in the back of a truck and being moved to some unknown location. You tried to move around, screaming for help, but you eventually exhausted yourself, deciding to just wait and see what happened next. Since you had no concept of time in that darkness you had no idea for how long you were in there. There wasn’t even a point in trying to remember what turns were made. Eventually you came to a stop and heard the engine turn off. You were left to wonder if you had reached your final destination or if this was just a quick stop.

You heard the sounds of something unlatching, and then you were blinded by a bright light. You lifted up your arms to shield your eyes, taking a moment to adjust. As you suspected you were in the back of a trailer, and there were a bunch of boxes and other pieces of furniture around you. Being able to see it all now, this seemed like a moving truck. You heard voices and saw some of the boys climbing into the truck and grabbing boxes. Although before you could say something Jacob came up to you and tied a gag around your mouth. You began to squirm, but you were powerless in your restraints.

He got you up, getting help from Kevin as they moved you towards the end of the trailer, intending to unload you like the rest of the cargo onboard. You remained restrained as you got out of the trailer, being left with Younghoon for a moment. When you tried to get the gag off he grabbed the rope that bound your hands together, using that as a means to keep you leashed. You looked around, noticing the huge house. They had brought you to their place. All around you could see trees and a long driveway leading out to what you assumed was the main road. As far as you knew this place was in the middle of nowhere.

Younghoon suddenly pulled on your ropes, and the next thing you knew he had you over his shoulder. You squirmed and hit his back, but he seemed completely unphased. You weren’t super light, but even then he was carrying you so effortlessly. You were taken into the house, the others giving you smiles but not saying anything to you. Given the truck and all the items, you thought they were moving in, but upon entering the house you could see it was clearly lived in. This was their home. You were set down on the couch, Younghoon pulling out a knife and setting you free. He reached up and took your gag off as well.

“Welcome home.”

“What the hell is wrong with you guys…”

Younghoon chuckled. “Nothing, why?”

“You-”

“Here.” Juyeon came over with a case. “Before you do anything else.”

Younghoon took the case from the other, opening it up and revealing what looked to be a small dog collar. You immediately thought that was going around your neck, but Younghoon grabbed your leg, taking your shoe off and slipping the collar onto your leg. When you tried to pull away he just held on tighter, really unbothered by your actions. He tightened it around your ankle, and then you heard something click. You noticed a green light emitting from the device, realizing it was some sort of ankle brace, and he just placed you under house arrest.

“What the hell!”

“Don’t want you running off now.” Juyeon smiled. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt you or anything.”

“I’m a prisoner in this house!?”

“You don’t have to think of it that way. This place is yours, and that’s just a precaution.”

“I want to go home!”

“We are home.”

“This place isn’t home.”

“I suppose you just have to give it a chance.”

“Fuck you!”

You got up and stormed off, just walking in any direction just to get away from them. No one tried to stop you, probably since you weren’t actually walking towards the door but further into the house. That wasn’t your intention, but at least none of them followed you. After walking a bit you went into the first open door you found. You closed the door behind you, leaning against it and taking a breath. This whole situation was insane, but they were acting so normal, or as normal as kidnapping someone could be. Now you were who knows where in a foreign house with no escape in sight.

You slid down to the floor, feeling defeated. You didn’t even understand how you wound up in this situation. You were just working for their stupid company and saw something you weren’t supposed to. Then again you were probably lucky to be alive. Most people who learn someone else’s secrets wind up dead, but this wasn’t exactly better either. You didn’t have your phone or any means to communicate with the world beyond this house. So in a sense you were dead to the world. You got up and found a window, staring out at the sky and then looking down at your foot with the ankle brace. 

You took a moment to further examine it, but you didn’t see any way to get it off. You really were trapped in this house. You sat back down on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. You just wanted to go back to campus, go back to classes and be a normal person again. Your situation seemed hopeless, making you tear up, but you had to remind yourself this wasn’t the end. Surely there was a way out, and you were certain you could find it. If you gave up now, then you definitely wouldn’t get out. You took a moment to pull yourself together. This place was huge, but maybe you could find something to use to your advantage.

This would be a process, but you also didn’t intend to be friendly. For the following days you kept to yourself, not speaking to any of the boys, and avoiding them outside of meals. They tried to make conversation and engage with you, but when they saw you were unresponsive they left you alone. You didn’t expect them to just let you be, but you were still glad they did. You were allowed to explore the house as you pleased, discovering all kinds of things. They seemed to have huge collections of expensive and luxurious items. It made sense to have all these things as they did run a pawn shop and delivery service. They had access to so many things.

In that same vein, remembering the weapons, a handful of these items were probably stolen or acquired by illegal means. Seeing all these priceless items made you realize you were practically a living trophy in this house. Another prize they had won, or more accurately taken. It made you feel a bit sick, but you had yet to find something of use. Most doors around the house were open, so you could go where you pleased. Even the boys’ rooms were all open to you, but you already searched them. The room you had given was plain and empty. They told you that you could decorate it however you wanted, but you weren’t planning on setting roots here.

Only a handful of doors were locked and off limits, so you were extra curious about those. By now you had a good idea which rooms you couldn’t get into, so you’d always try to open them throughout the day, hoping to maybe catch one open. It took a bit, but you eventually got lucky. You quickly looked around to make sure you were alone, then slowly opened the door. You quietly listened, trying to figure out if anyone was inside, but it seemed to be your lucky day. You stepped in and didn’t even think to close the door as you realized what was in here. All types of weapons surrounded you. So many guns and blades hanging on the wall, a few things locked behind a cage, but this was what you had been looking for.

Surely something here could help you escape. Although before you could take another step you felt something cold against your neck. You were no longer alone. While you were distracted by your own thoughts someone noticed the open door and found you standing in one of their secret rooms. Of course it was only logical to assume you were an intruder and treat you as such. You swallowed nervously as you realized the object against your throat was a knife. You carefully looked over, seeing Eric gazing at you with a bright glint in his eyes and a cocky smirk. He only pressed the blade further against your flesh.

“Look what I have here. How did you get in here?”

“… the door was open…”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“… you… you think I picked the lock?”

“Hm, I suppose that’s true. So, what do you think?”

“… ah… about what?”

“This room. You must be terrified seeing all this, or perhaps excited. Although I’ll let you know right now, you’re out of luck.”

“I-”

“You better watch it.” Eric growled. “You wouldn’t want to get hurt.”

Eric chuckled and moved the knife away from your throat, although he merely had it ghost over your chest before moving it up to your face, dragging the dull end along your cheek.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

“…”

“In fact, I really want to do the opposite.”

“… huh…?”

Before you could really process what Eric was talking about he leaned in close and pressed his lips to yours. You tried to move away, but he followed, and ultimately pinned you against a wall. The knife clattered to the floor and he pinned your arms to the wall as well. He only pulled away from you when he needed to catch his breath. A big smile adorned Eric’s face as he pressed his head against yours.

“I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“… why…”

“That’s your question?” Eric chuckled. “You are interesting, but don’t you think the answer is obvious.”

“… is it?”

“Why do you think we went through all the trouble to bring you here, hm?”

“Cause I saw too much…”

“You mean all of this? No, no, if we cared for that you’d be dead.”

“Then…”

“Is it really that hard? I guess I should show you.”

“Wat-”

Eric shoved you to the floor, and soon enough he was on top of you, kissing you once more. His hands were at your hips, one slipping under your shirt, making you shiver from the skin to skin contact. Soon enough his lips were against your throat, sucking and nibbling on the skin, starting to mark you up. You squirmed beneath his touch, your hands above your head, moving about when you felt something against your fingers. It was the blade Eric had dropped. You cautiously reached for it, getting a grip on the handle. Just as you were about to make a move Eric’s hand quickly pinned down your wrist, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

“Did you really think that would work?”

Eric placed a chaste kiss against your cheek, keeping your wrist pinned and reaching over with his other hand to take the blade from you. He remained on top of you, using his body weight to keep you pinned. He twirled the knife in his hands, looking down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You know, we want to give you everything, and yet how have you acted? You’ve been avoiding us and giving us the silent treatment, and now you break into our little armory. I think it’s about time you’re punished for your actions.”

Before you could process Eric got off you and proceeded to flip you over, cuffing your hands behind your back. He got you to your feet, dragging you along, out of the room and down the hall. Soon enough you were in the living room, avoiding the gazes of the others who were around. Eric shoved you onto the couch and then the tip of the knife was under your chin.

“How do you think we should punish you?”

“What’s all this?” Sunwoo asked. “What punishment?”

“You know, for ignoring us, and breaking into the armory.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s cause for punishment. Not sure about the knife though.”

“Well, I need her to behave.”

“But there’s still no need for such things.”

Sangyeon entered the room, having gotten a message about the show going on in the house. Soon enough the others joined too and he could see how you tried to make yourself small. He didn’t want you to be afraid, or feel threatened by them, so seeing Eric playing around with a knife was very much not allowed. He went over to the younger boy and took the item from him, throwing it and embedding it in the wall.

“I wasn’t going to hurt her with it.”

“I don’t doubt that, but why don’t you play with something else.”

“Oh, what does the big boss have in mind?” Hyunjae asked. “I’d love to participate.”

“For starters, we have to set the mood. Jacob, you know what I mean.”

“I do indeed. I’ll be right back.”

“She also needs a party favor.”

“Why that?” Juyeon questioned. “Don’t you think that’s risky?”

“It’ll be more fun, for everyone.”

You had no idea what any of that meant, but you knew it couldn’t be good. There was no point even attempting to run off as everyone was in the room with you. A while later Jacob returned with a small case in hand, giving it to Sangyeon. The eldest opened it up, revealing a needle. You instinctively tried to move, unaware of what the contents the needle contained.

“We’re not gonna hurt you.” Sangyeon assured. “Hold her.”

Kevin and Changmin reached over to hold you still as Sangyeon emptied out the needle into your neck. You did your best to squirm, but there was nothing you could do.

“What is that! What did you give me!?”

“You’ll see soon enough.” Kevin teased. “Now the party favor, right?”

“Give her a moment.” Sangyeon said. “Then she can have it.”

“Have what? What are you guys talking about!”

“Just be patient.”

You cut yourself off before saying more as you began to feel different. Your face was beginning to burn, and you felt this heat overtaking you. Now it was obvious what they had given you, and it wasn’t hard to guess what came next. You couldn’t help but squirm in your restraints, starting to get annoyed by your own clothes, but unable to remove them. You felt rather pathetic too, giving in so easily to the drug, but it was really clouding your head and making everything fuzzy.

“Now for the next part.”

“I call dibs!” Chanhee volunteered. “Come here, baby.”

You were vaguely aware of Chanhee as he approached you, but you didn’t know what he was doing. That is until he leaned in to kiss you. At first you thought it was a normal kiss, his tongue forcing your lips to part, but then you felt something in your mouth, and before you knew it you had swallowed it. That got enough sense in you that you pulled away from Chanhee, immediately coughing and bending over, hoping to throw it back up, but that wasn’t an option. Chanhee placed a hand over your mouth, forcing you to sit back up.

“Don’t be wasteful.”

You were worried about what else they had added to the mix. Chanhee didn’t move his hand away until he was certain you wouldn’t be able to throw up the substance you had taken. You still coughed when you had a chance, but you knew it was far too late for that.

“What did you give me!”

“You’ll feel it in a moment.” Haknyeon giggled. “And you’ll like it.”

“… wa… what does that-”

You inhaled sharply as you felt this wave of energy surge through your body. There was the heat of arousal, but this was something else, something more. You were merely taking in the feeling when you snapped your arms free, having broken the chain of your restraints. You fell from the couch onto your hands and knees, shocked over what you had just done. You vaguely made out the sounds of laughter around you, looking up to see the boys with smiles on their faces. Your head was spinning, and you felt a hand on your shoulder which caused you to act. In the blink of an eye you had Changmin pinned beneath you.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“What… what is this… what did you give me?”

“Power.” Changmin chuckled. “At least now we won’t break you.”

The boy freed himself from your grasp and flipped your positions. He gave you a devilish grin before ripping your shirt open. Your hands immediately covered your chest and then you moved to shove Changmin off you. To your surprise you had the strength to do so, knocking him to the ground. He just laughed, not at all fazed by your actions. You stared at your hands again, seeing the remains of the handcuffs on your wrists. If you were really strong like them now, then this was your chance. Just as you were about to run, Younghoon came up from behind, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in a hug. You tried to break free, but he held you tightly, making you question your own strength and his.

“You may be strong,” Younghoon whispered. “But you don’t match us.”

Hyunjae stepped in front of you, his hands gliding over your bare chest. He stopped over your crotch area, his fingers undoing your shorts and a hand slipping into your pants. You squirmed back against Younghoon, but he held you still.

“You’re supposed to be drunk off love.” Hyunjae commented. “Shall I help?”

“Let go.”

“The surge of power probably overtook the aphrodisiac. I’ll fix that.”

You kept your squirming so Hyunjae opted to slide your shorts down, leaving you in your panties for a moment before having them torn off. You shivered from the sudden cold feeling, trying to close your legs but Hyunjae forced them open.

“Be a good girl now, or else you won’t get a treat.”

You couldn’t say anything as Hyunjae’s fingers ran up and down along your folds, making you hold back a moan. You weren’t knowledgeable in this area, and had little to no experience. There wasn’t much time, or interest in the matter, both from you and other parties. This was certainly going to be a first for many things. You still tried to move away, but the more Hyunjae played around with you the harder it was to think.

“… please…”

“Please what? I think you can still use words.”

“… please…”

“Are you a virgin baby? Don’t know what to ask for?”

“…”

“You are, aren’t you? Oh, don’t worry baby, we’re gonna take very good care of you.”

“I wanna do it! I wanna go first!” Chanhee volunteered. “Please, please, I wanna feel her so bad.”

“You guys can fight for it.” Sangyeon mentioned. “Winner takes all. I’ll keep the doll entertained.”

The boys agreed to Sangyeon’s proposal. The eldest took you into his arms, loving your dizzy little state. Your legs were trembling and you were whimpering over the lack of touch. Sangyeon pressed a kiss to your head.

“You good baby?”

“Hm…”

“We’ll play soon, just let the boys have their fun first.”

“We all still get a turn right?” Juyeon questioned. “Even if we don’t win.”

“I’m pretty sure she can keep up with all of us tonight.”

“Good.”

Sangyeon picked you up bridal style, following behind the others. You were subconsciously rubbing your legs together, trying to get back some friction. The moment of power you had was long gone from your mind, the heat engulfing every inch of your skin. It was getting a bit uncomfortable, but the little kisses Sangyeon pressed against your skin felt nice. In your haze all you could think about was them. Even if you had been brought here against your will they hadn’t been cruel to you in any way. They had given you space and let you roam around the house freely, but that was all about to change. You couldn’t fathom the consequences that would come tomorrow, nor did you care. You just wanted to be taken care of in every way possible tonight.

❤

You inhaled sharply as you regained consciousness, feeling a minor throb in your head. You groaned and pushed your head further into the pillow it was resting on, feeling a dull ache all over your body. Once you got yourself together you took in your surroundings. This wasn’t the room you had been given, but going by the decorations and mess, it certainly belonged to one of the boys. Your questions were answered as a hand draped over you and you saw Kevin laying next to you, still asleep or so you thought. He must have felt your gaze on him, or heard you whimpering.

“Morning…”

You didn’t answer, instead moving Kevin’s arm off you and getting out of bed. Although as soon as you stood up you felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor. You managed to catch yourself, getting your hands beneath you, but you winced from a sudden pain in your left hand. You looked down to see a butterfly tattoo on your wrist, one wing blue and the other orange, wrapped up as it was still fresh.

“What… what is this…”

“You might feel sick after your first time…” Kevin mumbled. “Bathroom’s on the left…”

“Huh?”

You weren’t exactly listening, more focused on the new ink you had, but as soon as Kevin mentioned it you felt an ache in your stomach and then you threw up. Kevin groaned when he heard the noise, mustering up the strength to get up. He came over to the other side of the bed, seeing you on your hands and knees.

“My poor baby, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Kevin grabbed your arm and gently got you up to your feet, keeping you close as he helped you towards the bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet, getting a washcloth and holding it under warm water before using it to clean your mouth. You were out of it after throwing up, feeling unsteady and the headache had gotten worse. You probably figured this is what it felt like to be hungover since you never had alcohol before. Then again you hadn’t been drinking last night, something else entirely had happened.

“I know what will make you feel better.”

After cleaning you up and brushing your teeth Kevin helped you onto your feet again, leading you out of the room and towards the kitchen. The others were already up and gathering around for breakfast. A few didn’t hesitate to place a kiss on your cheek after greeting you. Kevin had you sit at the table, letting you put your head down.

“Rough morning?” Changmin questioned. “She doesn’t look so good.”

“She’s fine, but I’m gonna need to clean my room.” Kevin mentioned. 

“Yikes. Well, you choose to take her.”

“It’s whatever.”

You were vaguely aware of all the boys around you, feeling more tired than anything else. You had your arms on the table, and you looked over at the tattoo on your wrist. A part of you still thought you were just imagining things, but the throbbing ache from it told you it was very real.

“Here.” Jacob placed a glass on the table in front of you. “You’ll feel better once you drink this.”

“What is it…”

“Just drink it.”

Jacob helped you sit up, and he held the glass up to your lips. It looked a bit like a watered down blue sports drink, but you parted your lips when you felt the liquid against them, getting a sweet taste and having a few gulps.

“Good girl.”

Your headache certainly wasn’t as bad anymore, so you had no trouble sitting up. Two of the others were finishing setting the table, and the smell of eggs and rice filled the air. You were certainly hungry, but now that you could think straight there were other things on your mind.

“What happened last night…”

“You don’t remember, baby?” Sunwoo chuckled. “Did we fuck you that good.”

“… you… we… we did…”

“You were asking for it by the time we actually got started.” Eric commented. “You were so needy like a bitch in heat.”

“Shut up.” You felt your face burning. “I… I…”

“No need to be shy, baby, we had a good time.”

“I don’t remember…”

“It’ll come to you.” Hyunjae stated. “Just give it a minute. If not, well, I don’t mind jogging your memory.”

“Don’t…”

“Why? You certainly weren’t denying any of us last night.”

“I…”

As the conversation kept going you felt yourself getting nervous. The night must have been insane if you didn’t remember it, especially considering the fact you got a tattoo. You wanted to remember, you had to, because besides the obvious there was something else. You shut your eyes to focus, and when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder you jumped, falling out of your seat. That’s when you had a rush of images flash through your mind. Your whole body suddenly felt hot and you remembered what had caused all the aches and pains from last night.

Sangyeon held you close as the others fought for the chance to be your first. He had you on his lap straddling his thigh. He couldn’t help but bounce you up and down, hands on your hips guiding you as he had you gently grind on him as well. It wasn’t long before he had a tent in his pants, but he had enough self control to not act on his own urges. He wanted to make sure his boys still had their reward. You on the other hand were full of sugar, drooling a bit and feeling like cotton candy. You had your eyes shut and head thrown back as you let Sangyeon take control, keeping you so well balanced on the edge. You weren’t aware of the fight going on, more focused on yourself until you felt a kiss on your head.

When you opened your eyes you saw Haknyeon smiling down at you. For a moment you swore he had a busted lip and cut on his cheek but those seemed to fade away right before your eyes. He was out of breath but very happy to see you. He took you from Sangyeon, throwing you over his shoulder and smacking your ass before walking off with you. He took you to his room, tossing you onto the bed. Before you knew it he was on top of you, kissing you roughly and exploring your naked body. You didn’t really feel cold, the heat of arousal kept you warm and now you had Haknyeon to provide you with more warmth. 

He had his way with you for a good while, the feeling of his cock sending you spiraling into your first orgasm. You didn’t need much prep as Sangyeon had already got you feeling loose. Another orgasm or two later there were knocks at the door. The winner had gotten his prize so now it was time for the others to have their fun. Juyeon was the one to drag you out of bed, surprised you could still walk on your own. Despite already having a few orgasms you still had the strength and stamina to keep up, although you were more concerned with getting your next high.

You happily went with Juyeon, getting messy with him in his own room. He was excited to show you new things, wanting more than just vanilla sex. Although he wasn’t alone, having Changmin and Chanhee in his room waiting for you. There were hands all over your body, massaging your breasts and thighs as wet kisses were placed all over you. With all that attention you were getting lost in the feeling of pleasure. The only thing that took you out of it was when you felt someone penetrate your core. One after the other stretching you out and making you feel a joy you couldn’t describe. You don’t know how you managed to take on all three of them, but you made it through their endeavors.

The night was still young, and you weren’t done with them. While you lay among the boys, splayed out on the bed, finally getting a moment to rest you felt a hand caress your cheeks. You opened your eyes to Kevin coaxing you awake. He took your hand and pulled you out of the giant cuddle pile, asking if you were having fun. By then words were difficult, but the smile on your face spoke for itself. You two danced around the hall since you were starting to get uneasy on your feet. You were probably heading over to Kevin’s room, but your arm was suddenly grabbed and you were yanked into Hyunjae’s arms. He had started you off early that night, and it was about time he finished that up.

His fingers trailed along your sloppy center, feeling just what kind of mess you had between your legs and eager to add to it. Of course Kevin wasn’t just going to let him have you all to yourself, shoving the two into the nearest bedroom, getting out of his clothes in the process. Everyone’s kiss was unique, some gentle, some rough, some desperate and hungry for you. Hyunjae was the first one to add to the festivities, tying you up against the bed and limiting your movements. You were already feeling sore, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. While Hyunjae continued to play with your sloppy cunt Kevin was preparing something else.

You felt him trail his fingers along your lips, teasing you before pushing two digits into your mouth. Instinctively you knew to suck on them, letting your tongue swirl around. Kevin was quite proud to see you acting appropriately, and for that you deserved a reward. He pulled his fingers out with a loud pop, letting you whine for a bit before putting something much bigger against your lips. You opened your mouth without question, taking in his whole length inch by inch. Then you felt Hyunjae filling you up, getting stimulated from both ends. You let them take control, just floating on cloud nine as they got another handful of orgasms out of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head multiple times.

Once you were finally wrapped up in Hyunjae’s arms you were really feeling sore in your legs and jaw. You did want to rest, but as you were dozing off a hand came down and pulled your head off the pillow. You were met with Eric’s piercing gaze, seeing a rather psychotic glint in his eyes. Of course you weren’t gonna get off easy, he still had to punish you for you breaking and entering. You probably should have explained to him at some point you found the door unlocked, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, nor would it matter to him. Despite Hyunjae’s protest Eric took you to his own room.

Although it wasn’t long before you were joined by another. Sunwoo had crawled into bed, pulling you into his arms and snuggling against you. He wanted to be soft and sweet but Eric had other plans. Took a bit of talking but he got Sunwoo on board. Next thing you knew you were on top of Sunwoo, barely able to make out his words of praise. His hands ran up and down along your chest, taking your breasts into his hands and massaging them ever so gently. You mewled at his touch, gently rocking your hips. You were exhausted, but your body still craved more friction. Eric placed his hands on your hips, guiding you down onto Sunwoo’s cock, making sure you took in everything.

He gave you a moment to revel in the feeling before bending you over. You didn’t know what he was planning until he pushed himself into you right alongside Sunwoo. The stretch was like nothing before, and you swear you saw white for a moment. You leaned back against Eric, giggling as he whispered dirty things in your ear. They gave you a moment to adjust and really feel them before they started moving. They tried to be gentle and slow at first but their own burgers got the better of them. You felt like they were tearing you apart, but in a good way. Your orgasms all blended together, and all you remembered was ending up sandwiched between them, still full with their cocks and cum while you all wound down from your high.

One moment you were in bed, the next you were in someone else’s arms. You could barely make out Sangyeon as he carried you bridal style, but the smile was obvious. You snuggled against him, not wanting to let go when he set you down. You felt hands on your body once more, and not just too. A hand grabbed your chin and you locked eyes with Jacob. He had such a content smile on his face, placing soft kisses all over you. The eldest of the bunch had been patiently waiting to finish you off. You were already at your limits but they pushed you past that, taking you in whatever way you saw fit. 

Younghoon had you bouncing up and down on him, making deeper bruises on your hips. Jacob was gentler and such a tease as he took you from behind while you stayed on top of Younghoon, letting the other watch the show. Sangyeon though, he dragged you out of bed and took you against the wall, surprising you with his strength and resolve. He didn’t let up, making sure you were still enjoying yourself even if you were so far gone. It wasn’t easy to close your legs, and you felt so full you swear your stomach was a bit bigger. You thought you’d finally get to sleep, but you weren’t going to be left alone just yet.

You could vaguely recall Sangyeon getting you into a bath with him, cleaning you up and making sure you were well cared for after such a night. Kevin had found the two of you and helped with getting you dressed. Everyone else was mostly out for the night. Kevin’s room was one that wasn’t used to so he offered to share his bed, happily taking you with so the two of you could sleep together. You didn’t hesitate to snuggle against him, still feeling sore but glad to finally wind down and rest. It was quite impressive you made it through such a night. You knew you’d probably be all kinds of bruised tomorrow, but that was a problem for later.

You couldn’t help the dopey smile on your face as you remembered all of this, all the things you had done the night prior. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before, and you didn’t even know if you’d get close to it ever again. Although you quickly had to tell yourself to get your act together. Even if you now remembered what you had done, you could look back and see what was bothering you. The boys had given you an aphrodisiac, but there was something else too. You sat up, lifting up your shirt and seeing that you had no bruise or marks of any kind. Your skin was untouched, but you knew that shouldn’t be the case. While you were lost in your own head Juyeon and Eric helped you get back in your seat.

“Are you okay, baby?” Eric asked. “Did you remember something?”

“Last night…”

“Oh, that’s good. Wouldn’t want to be the only one to remember how capable you are.”

“What did you give me?”

“Ah that, it was good, right?”

“What was it!?”

“Power.” Jacob stated. “True power.”

“It was a drug.”

“So is ibuprofen, your point?”

“What exactly did you give me?”

“I already told you. Power. Don’t you remember? You broke the handcuffs with ease, you kept up with all of us. Despite how rough some of them might have been, you don’t have a single bruise on your body.”

“…”

“It’s temporary.” Younghoon assured. “You’re back to normal now. Although, if you ever want more, you just have to ask. Only the first one is free.”

You needed a moment, you needed to be alone. Without saying anything you left the table, finding the nearest open room and locking yourself inside. You felt a bit sick, coming to terms with the fact they had given you some sort of unknown drug. Now you only had the lingering taste of that power high. You didn’t want to believe what they had told you, but you had felt, and moreover you had seen it too. That night at the warehouse, the incredible strength they displayed, it was all real and now you knew how. Whatever drug this was, they used it a lot. You had your suspicions about their business, especially once you saw all the weapons. If they were some kind of gang in the area, they certainly had their advantage to stay in power.

All this speculation just gave you more reason to want to leave. Even if they were good to you, the kind of life they lived wasn’t something you wanted to be a part of. After that night you continued to avoid them, not wanting to form any kind of lasting attachment. They certainly gave you space, but were a bit more willing to try for your attention, especially since they had no problem getting handsy with you now. From what you did get, they seemed to be so fun, but you couldn’t just drop the idea of escape. Your biggest problem was that ankle bracelet you had, but it seemed the solution was around the corner.

One day you overheard a few of the boys talking about a potential party at the house. Of course you came up as a subject since they weren’t sure they could trust you to behave. A party would be a great opportunity, so you had to make sure you were allowed to attend. In order for that to happen you had to engage with them and socialize, show them that you could behave. You really had to let your guard down and be friendly with them. You rejected any advances they made and they respected that, probably very happy that you were done giving them the cold shoulder. Eventually the party came up in conversation around you, so you offered to help with planning and set up. They happily agreed.

You made sure a lot of alcohol was purchased, and intended to get them drunk. This was going to be your night, but in order to do this you needed one key ingredient. You needed the ankle bracelet off, and fast, and the only real solution you saw was that drug. You had broken handcuffs with ease, so with that kind of power you’d break the ankle bracelet quickly and then get out before they even knew you were gone. The only problem was that you had to ask for it, and not get denied. You didn’t see why they would say no, but you also needed to make sure you didn’t arouse suspicion.

The day of the party you helped with setting up, popping open a bottle of vodka and taking a small sip before pouring shots for the others. They happily took the drink you offered, cheering to a night of fun. You needed to pick one of them and you figured your best bet would be Eric. You kept your eye on him and waited for your chance. People were starting to come to the house, so you figured things would be getting started soon. You found Eric and got him alone, coming up from behind and wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He was a bit startled at first, but happy to see you, placing a kiss on your head.

“Eric.”

“Hm?”

“I want tonight to be fun.”

“It will be.”

“But you know what would guarantee it?”

“What?”

“If I got to be strong like the rest of you…”

“Ah, you want a special party favor, huh?”

“It should last me all night right? How else am I gonna keep up with all of you?”

“Good point, but promise you’ll behave.”

“Pinky promise.”

“Good girl.”

Eric took your hand and led you to another room. It was another armory they had, and he told you to stay put as he got something out of a safe. He presented a pill to you, telling you to open your mouth. Your plan had been to take it later when you were ready to act, but Eric wasn’t going to let you leave without consuming it. As far as you knew, it lasted a few hours, so you should be okay either way, but you were gonna have to act the first chance you got. You gave Eric a smile and took the pill. After a moment you felt this spark of power run through your whole body. It made you dizzy for a second but Eric assured you the uneasiness would pass and you’d be your normal self, just better.

Soon enough the party began and things got wild fast. You made it a point not to drink, but you still hung around the boys, wanting to engage with them for a bit before disappearing. As the night was getting on, you started to iron out the finer details of your escape. When you had a chance you glanced outside, seeing all the cars parked around. You considered taking one, but you didn’t know how to drive. What you needed was to get your hands on a phone, figure out your location and call a cab. With everyone around drinking and having a good time, it shouldn’t be hard to sneak a phone, and money, off someone.

You kept in mind the time, keeping an eye out for someone vulnerable, and occasionally testing your strength to make sure you were still able to break free. You stuck around those that were drinking, getting friendly with someone and managing to snatch their phone. You cautiously snuck away to get some privacy, finding a bathroom. You managed to unlock the phone and checked the address. Thankfully you weren’t so far from civilization and called for a cab. You had about fifteen minutes to get out of this house, and the first thing you needed to do was get that ankle bracelet off.

You sat down on the floor and figured out a good grip, taking in a deep breath before pulling and breaking the bracelet in half. You thought maybe some noise would be made or something, but it was silent. Lucky was on your side. You tossed the broken thing in the trash and made your way out of the bathroom, needing to get outside. Part of the party was in the backyard, but it wasn’t a good idea to go around, so you had to exit through the front. The door itself might not be the best, but you could give it a shot. If not, you had no problem jumping out a window. Thankfully you got away from the house undetected, checking the phone and then leaving it by a car before heading to the main road.

When you saw the lights of the cab you were finally able to let out a breath. It brought such relief to be moving away from the house, free from your captivity. The cab took you back to the only place you could go, to your uni campus. You had been gone for a little over two weeks, but hopefully nothing had gotten messed up in your absence. You knocked on the door for your roommate to let you in, not bothering to answer them about your recent whereabouts. You were so happy to collapse into your bed, even if it wasn’t as comfortable, feeling like you could finally get some real sleep. 

Thankfully a good amount of your things had been in your dorm room, but you would need a new phone, and new cards. Come morning you got to emailing your professors with some basic excuse of being ill and asking for assignments to make up. Out of curiosity you tested your strength, but you were back to being a normal person. At least you had money, so you could afford a new ID card, and even though you could afford a new phone, that involved leaving campus. You knew the guys couldn’t just waltz onto school property, and they didn’t know where your dorm was, so this was the safest place for you. By now they sure knew you were gone and probably pissed, which meant you were in danger.

Your best bet for now was to wait, just let this all die down and maybe they would forget about you and move on. The bright side to not having a phone was that they had no means of reaching you. As for your classes, you still had your laptop and could email classmates and do assignments. It was kinda hard going back to your lectures as if nothing had happened. Of course you had a decent amount of work to catch up on, and your grades were gonna take a hit, but at least you were free. Even if that was true, you did have this uneasy feeling. You felt paranoid, like you were always being watched. You couldn’t sleep that easy anymore, and you felt quite irritable. Still you did your best to just focus on being a normal university student.

“Nice tattoo.”

You were taking notes in a class when someone had made the comment. At first you were confused, but then you remembered the butterfly tattoo on your wrist. You never asked about it, not remembering how you got it anyway. After that night of passion you were out cold, and they had probably done it then. It was the least of your worries and even now you had completely forgotten about it until someone brought it up. The tattoo wasn’t a bother, but it wasn’t your thing, nor did you want any sort of connection to them. You did a bit of research and made a call to set up an appointment with a tattoo artist to have your tattoo removed. It was risky to go out, but you wanted that thing gone.

You made sure to cover up and hide your face, constantly checking your surroundings to make sure you weren’t being followed. This little outing of yours was dangerous, but if it wall went down in one piece you could probably start to relax. Since you were out, you figured you could get a new phone too. After the tattoo removal of course. Thankfully you made it to the shop without issue, introducing yourself and being moved to the back. You were glad there weren’t any windows where you were seated, so you felt less worried about removing your jacket, hat and mask. The chair you were in was like a dentist chair, but it was quite cozy.

“Alright, I’m Hongjoong, I’ll be your artist today, although I believe you’re here for a tattoo removal.”

“Yeah, just a crazy night, and I made a mistake.”

“No worries. Can you show me where the tattoo is?”

“Sure.” You rolled up your sleeve. “It’s this.”

“Oh…”

“Is there a problem?”

“No, no, not at all. It’s pretty.”

“I want it gone.”

“Yeah, of course. I will need to strap down your arm though.”

“What!?”

“Removing a tattoo isn’t painless and considering it is on your wrist, I don’t want you moving too much during the process.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Alright then.”

“Good. Just give me a second.”

Hongjoong got up and disappeared for a moment, coming back and using a belt to strap down your arm. He made sure it wasn’t uncomfortable, and that it should allow him to work without issue. He got up once again, giving you a chance to collect yourself. Although when he returned he grabbed your other arm and strapped it down as well.

“What are you doing!?”

You tried to fight him, but your other arm was already restrained. Hongjoong didn’t answer you, he just made sure you couldn’t escape and then left you alone. You screamed at him, then started crying for help, hoping someone else would come, but there was no one. You continued your attempt of escape, but it got you nowhere. When you heard the door you started screaming again. You heard footsteps approaching, thinking you were finally gonna get some help but you immediately went silent when you saw who approached.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

“I didn’t harm her.” Hongjoong commented.

“Good. I’m glad we’re still on the same page.” Sangyeon chuckled. “Care to explain yourself, baby?”

You didn’t want to meet Sangyeon’s gaze, but you could feel his eyes digging into you. He didn’t need a response from you. Instead he had the other boys gag you and then untie you, dragging you out of the shop. You wound up in the back of a car, sandwiched between Changmin and Younghoon, knowing very well their strength outmatched you, so there was no escaping them. Of course you wound up back at that house. You were dragged inside and taken down below, thrown into an empty room. You got the gag off yourself and tried to run for the door, only to get tossed back.

“What the hell were you thinking!” Sangyeon yelled. “Did you really think a stunt like that would work!?”

“I got out of this house, didn’t I?”

“Oh, aren’t you quite cocky for a dead girl walking.”

“What?”

“You’re doing much better than we thought.” Hyunjae mentioned. “We thought you’d be hospitalized by now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Did you forget again?” Eric questioned. “The night of the party you asked for power. I should have known better.”

“You were the easiest target.”

“You bitch!”

Eric wanted to get a hit, but he was held back by Juyeon and Sunwoo. You were putting on quite a brave act, but the truth was you were terrified. You had done well to avoid their grasp, but in the end they still caught you.

“What the fuck do you guys want with me! And what’s with this talk about death? Are you gonna kill me this time?”

“Oh no, none of that.” Jacob said. “But the truth is you are dying. Haven’t you felt it?”

“Felt what?”

“The withdrawal.”

“Huh?”

“What? You think taking drugs doesn’t have its consequences?”

“I…  what?”

Chanhee chuckled. “After using the drug you’re supposed to take something else to negate the side effects. Remember the little hangover cure we gave you the first time?”

“… why didn’t you tell me this!”

“Why would we? It’s a means of keeping you in line.”

“You-”

“It seems it hasn’t hit you that hard yet, but it’s only gonna get worse. Surely you’ve had trouble sleeping by now, maybe feeling irritable and jumpy? It’s the withdrawal.”

“…”

“You’re gonna start feeling really sick soon.” Juyeon mentioned. “And it’s possible to get to a point of no return. We wouldn’t want you dying, now would we?”

“Where is it! Where’s this cure of yours!”

“Do you seriously think we’re just gonna give it to you? After the stunt you pulled?”

“You’re the ones who knowingly put my life in danger!”

“You asked for it. You asked for all of it. A night of passion like never before, and a night of power. Don’t blame us.”

“Fine. What do you want?”

“Seriously?” Haknyeon questioned. “Is it not obvious?”

“Amuse me.”

“You, silly. We want you, and we’ll do anything to get you back.”

“So if you want your cure.” Kevin added. “No more running away.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Oh, you really wanna play with your life? We can always come back to this conversation when sunlight starts to hurt you.”

“Wait.”

“Hm?”

“I… I’ll stay… but…”

“This isn’t a negotiation.” Sunwoo stated.

“I want to go back to school.”

“What?”

“I still want to be able to study and get my degree. You can drop me off and pick me. I won’t-”

“I said-”

“Sure.” Sangyeon interrupted. “Why not.”

“Sangyeon-”

“Hand it over.”

The others stared at Sangyeon with questioning looks, not really agreeing with his decision, but he wasn’t gonna hear anything else. Jacob came over and handed him a water 

bottle with a similar blue sports drink color. Sangyeon opened it up and handed it to you.

“Drink it. Every last drop.”

This was what they had given you last time, so you did trust it. You emptied out the water bottle, immediately feeling this tension leaving you body. Perhaps all your worries weren’t just in your head, but part of the side effects to this drug of theirs.

“Better?”

“Yes.”

“Now we can talk.”

“Wat-”

You were suddenly shoved up against the wall, hand around your throat. Sangyeon had you pinned, glaring daggers at you. It was hard to breathe, and you tried clawing at his arm but he didn’t budge at all.

“You know, the second you broke that ankle bracelet we knew, but our guests kept us distracted so you got very lucky. That won’t be happening again.”

“I… I’ll… I’ll come… back…”

Sangyeon chuckled. “It’s funny you think I’m actually letting you set foot outside this house again.”

“You… you-”

“I make the rules here. The thing is, you just don’t get it.”

Sangyeon grabbed your arm, holding up your wrist to show you the tattoo you had. He leaned forward to place a soft kiss on it.

“This right here, it’s how we found you. It’s our mark, it lets everyone know who you belong to. Our people are everywhere, so even if you did end up in the hospital, you’d wind up right back here where you belong with us. It doesn’t matter where you go, we will find you.”

Sangyeon dropped you to your hands and knees and you gasped for air. You coughed as you tried to steady your breathing, realizing everything else that had been said previously was a lie. There was no getting out of this place, not again. After a moment Sangyeon kneeled down and grabbed your chin.

“Baby, I want you, even if I have to hurt you.”

“… why…”

“Cause you came into our lives, and you’re too good to pass up.”

“… please…”

“Don’t lie to yourself. As if you truly want to leave and return to that boring life of yours. Stay. Let us take care of you and treat you the way you deserve.”

“…”

“You’ll come around. In the meantime.” Sangyeon pulled out a pill. “Take this.”

“I… you just…”

“An ankle bracelet won’t work with you, so might as well use different means. Go on now.”

There wasn’t much of a choice here. If you didn’t do it willingly you knew Sangyeon would force it down your throat. So you took the pill, feeling that spark once more.

“Good girl. You can keep up with us better this way, and now you know you won’t last long out there if you were to leave again. Which is not gonna happen, right?”

“No…”

“I need you to say it.”

“I won’t run away again…”

“Good. You won’t regret meeting us, I promise.”

“I do.”

“Watch it. You don’t want us to test your limits again, do you? Or maybe you do. I don’t mind having a brat in this house.”

“… sorry… I… I didn’t…”

“Much better, although we do need to carry out your punishment for running away. Last time was nothing compared to this, so I hope you’re ready. You won’t be sleeping tonight.”

#the boyz #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #new #q #haknyeon #sunwoo #eric #tbz #tbz au #the boyz au #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz yandere #lee sangyeon #bae jacob #kim younghoon #lee jaehyun #lee juyeon #moon kevin #choi chanhee #ji changmin #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #son youngjae

[tbzxnight]

I'm obsessed-

#let me at him #my mind is running with fic ideas #need to fuck him at least once in my life #eric sohn #the boyz #son youngjae #tbz #eric sohn smut #the boyz eric

[t3kandson]

Fuck you Sohn

Wordcount; 4,155

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing and Characters; Reader X Son Youngjae Aka Eric

Warning; Dominant & Arrogant Youngjae, Bratty Reader, step siblings incest, Enemy to lovers, slight fluff, loads of Angst and Smut, Marking, Oral (Giving and receiving) and unprotected over stimulating sex.

Happy birthday to my ult Eric Sohn 🎉🥳🎂

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

You let your body fall on to the bed, your heart thundering as a headache pumped through you.

"Y/N," you heard your father call you from downstairs as you dried the slips of tears from your eyes. Any illness to do with your head made you very sensitive. "Oh there you are," your father said with concern. "Did you do the errand I asked of you?” he asked as you inwardly rolled your eyes. "Yes, his washing needs collecting at 3pm," you said as he winced slightly. "Y/N,", "Can he not pick his own washing really?" You grumbled knowing the words that was about to spill. "Y/N he's our guest, please be more accommodating," your father said as you breathed in deeply. "Fine," you muttered as your head pain increased with your frustration.

The last couple of days your father had run around for his girlfriend’s Son. Son Youngjae was an Idol from Korea and was rarely at home. His mother who you was really fond of totally doted on him. Since his arrival she had been running around on his every whim. You had seen his performance with the Boyz and was excited to meet him. He was very cute and seemed so adorable. However, in person he wasn't as charming. He was quiet, sulky, avoided eye contact and had gone out of his way to not be in your presence. When he was he would act coldly towards you. During Meals was torture, he would pass the item you requested to your younger brother ruffling his hair. Telling him to pass to his sister when he was finished, acting like he was being thoughtful to both your parents. You were sure your headache was caused from running his errands with taking his clothes to the launderette. You had even brought his favourite instant Ramen but had held it back changing your mind when you arrive exhausted.

Your mind was brought back to the room when you heard the clutter from the guest room next to yours. You rolled your eyes as you lept up letting your anger carry you. It felt like he was making as much loud noise as he could on purpose. Like he somehow knew you had a headache which you knew was impossible. But the pain that shot through you clouded your judgement. Banging on his room door like a crazy person, Youngjae looked taken aback to see you stood there, with a less then pleasant expression. "Whats up?" He asked leaning across the door frame. "Do you think you could keep the noise down please, my head is killing me," you spluttered with the malice leaving your voice. He scoffed amused with your predicament which hit a nerve as you balled your fist. "Ok I will try," he said before venom could leave your mouth. "Is that it?” he asked as he stiffened. "Yes," you said before you stormed off leaving his arrogant ass behind.

Storming downstairs in search for pain relief, you spotted his ramen and decided to consume it in anger. Even though you purchased it and he wasn't even aware of it being his. It still felt like revenge. You winced as you searched through the medication struggling for pain relief to no avail. "What you looking for Nuna?" Youngjae said breaking your attention. The way he was smirking arms folded was rather seductive yet irritating till what he called you sunk in. "What the fuck, me and you aren't siblings in any way," you barked out as he grinned really wide. "Your older then me and our parents are dating. Siblings or not your still my Nuna." He said as he made his way to you making you gulp with his closeness. "Is this what your looking for?" He said taking some medication out his pocket and smiling like he was some sort of hero. "You took it out of the medicine cupboard!" You screeched that seemed to amuse him even more. "Do you know what, your selfishness knows no bounds," you shouted letting him bite his lips. His reaction caused your heat to swell despite his irritating behaviour. "Nuna you have to take it out to take it," he said with a false innocent expression. "Sohn, you’re a fucking asshole, don't pretend to be clever, it doesn't suit you ay,” you said feeling seconds from slapping him. "Nuna, don't say Ay to me when you're trying to fight me," he smirked as he poked his tongue into his inner cheek. "Don't call me that," you said turning your back to him having enough of the flirty behaviour that you had been use to seeing on the screen as Eric from the Boyz. "Ok Nuna no more Nuna then, Babe good with you?” he said playfully as you filled your glass of water. "Call me by my name please," you grumbled as you swallowed your medication. "And what's that, Princess?" He said with a sexy tone. "No thanks Mummy's little prince," you said turning around to find him just inches from you. His hands falling to rest on the counter trapping your smaller then his frame body. "Don't bad mouth my mother," he said almost growling, the sexiness leaving him. "I never meant it like that," you stuttered feeling guilty. "I love your mum, just she treats you like a baby and you just allow it," you said softly as he chuckled with his old sarcasm that you was use to. Flirty Youngjae long gone. "Hark at you, Jobless Y/N reliant on daddy's money, my mum's money and," he paused to get closer to your ear that his lips almost touched it on its way. "My money," he said standing back smiling as your face dropped. "Fuck you Sohn," you growled as you pushed him back to storm passed him, leaving the ramen behind.

Back in your room his words stung it was like it hurt your every core. You hadn't been able to work since you got fired by your boss. She had been having an affair with your boyfriend and fired you to get rid of the guilty conscience. Youngjae knowing you had been jobless meant he must have known the very reason. It hurt to think your father had passed that information over to not just Youngjae’s mum, but himself. Images of Wonyun filled your mind, the images of his hands grabbing Seola’s waist as they went passionate in your flat burnt. You threw yourself back on the bed head hanging off as you wept. Headache long gone but replace with searing pain for the harsh memories being freshly thrown on your mind.

You sobbed as you burned in the past till the door knocked. "Fuck you Sohn," you growled out. But of course, he didn't listen as he made his way in. A second of softness on his face before he wiped it off with his seductive irritating glance as he made his way to you. Fingers falling down the tears that fell he smirked. "Y/N don't cry it makes you look ugly," he said with venom behind his words. "Fuck,", he placed his finger in front of your lips before you could finish your usual curse of his name out. "What I mean is, I can make your face show you cry ugly in many ways," he said in a sudden prowess. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you melt over me," he said widening his eyes as your words disappeared. "So let me make you cry for a better reason Nuna," he whispered as your hands went to hit his chest, which he caught. "Let me put your pretty face back on," he whispered as his hands moved yours down to his clothed bulge. Feeling it beneath your hand did little to help you find your words. Your mind swirled, you knew you wanted this. But he was hurting you with his words seconds ago. Did you want to give into him to have him ignore you again? “But baby first I want tears,” he said standing on the bed to sit on your chest. His weight was so very little that it surprised you. Knees either side of your breast he pulled his thick cock out. His hands holding the back of your head lifting it so it was on angle with the bed. He didn't wait before thrusting it into your gaped mouth. In a clear need to punish you for your words his thrust became harsh and fast as you choked and gagged on his member. "Nuna I will wash those bad words out your mouth with my cock," he groaned as his thrust caused your hands to grip around his waist struggling. "Promise me your play nice," he said as his thumb wiped a tear from your cheek. You hummed in agreement as he growled from the sensation. "Fuck," he cried in a higher pitch then you expected before you tasted his salty cum drip down your throat. Heavily panting he removed himself from you. His fingers wiping at the cum that had escaped pushing it back into your mouth. Like your mind had a world of its own you sucked on his digit causing him to hum impressed. "Nuna you give the best blowjobs and you did such a good job at swallowing," he said amused at how he had weakened your strong stubborn mind. Getting off your chest you let your head flop back, words completely lost once more. He stood from the bed to kneel to your level as you looked at his beautiful expression. His beautiful eye line mole and the slight scar by his lip in sight. "See there you go, your pretty with tears that my cock made," he said pressing his lips to yours briefly. Tasting the Ramen he clearly had consumed before standing up to leave you stunned in your room.

It was like everything changed. He was the every bit brotherly when anyone was around. But turned into a devil in disguise the second you two was alone. Though it was just flirting and his fiery teasing self, you hadn't even touched each other again. You thought that would never happen as his return back to Korea was not long. You felt a little low having to say goodbye to him as you knew it would be a very long time before he returned. By then your sure your parents would be married and you would be sibling by marriage. That very name tag made you feel as if it was seedy between you both.

It was when the house was empty once more that you received a text from him telling him dinner was ready. Tummy rumbling you dashed downstairs to find him making ramen, rolling your eyes feeling a little disappointed. He looked at you with warning. "You can take that look and that brattiness back to your room," he said as you smirked his way. "Who are you my dad, ay?" You said as he dropped the chop sticks on the table and stormed his way towards you. "What have I told you about picking fights with me and saying ay," he growled nipping your bottom lip. "Fuck you Sohn," you said biting his which caused a mixture of a groan and chuckle as he struggled under his fiery death like sexgod act. "Well as you wish," he said picking you up as he threw you against the open door. "You going to fuck your Nuna? what will mummy and daddy say, ay," you smirk as his eyebrows raise. "You never learn your lesson do you," he spat as his lips attacked yours. Clashes of lips and teeth commenced as you both got lost into the passion that had been held back since the incident in your room. "I think our parents would want me to punish you," he said pulling away leaving you panting. "You haven't got the balls," you dared him as he chuckled rather seductively. Letting you slide back down the door he grabbed your hands as he dragged you upstairs.

But instead of your room it was his he took you. You was quite stunned to see it immaculate and showing some of his passions. Photos of the members, baseball memorabilia. But surprising you was a photo on his bed side. A photo your dad took before Youngjae had even arrived. It was of you, his mum and your younger brother. "Jae?" You said looking towards the photo as he went bright red. Storming across, he placed the photo down flat. "Who gave you permission to look at my room," he snapped. This time it was your turn to turn the tables. Leaning against the wardrobe you winked his way. "You invited me or did you chicken out? Maybe this Nuna is too much of a Nuna to be fucked," you smirked as his eyes widened. "What have I told you about that mouth," he growled walking towards the floor your way. "Well punish it then I'm waiting," you dared him once more, the view of his cock hardening wasn't hard to miss. "Be careful what you wish for," he growled as he grabbed your wrist throwing you to the bed. Hovering over you he wasted little time, kissing you once more, adding the occasional gentle bite of your lips. His hands finding their way under your T-shirt towards your breasts. Unlatching himself in shock he looked at you as you smiled innocently his way. "What's up Oppa," you said pleased with his reaction. "Oppa," he whispered as you felt his cock twitch even between the layers. "You came down for dinner wanting to be fucked," he said tweaking your nipples that he had found braless. "Maybe," you said biting your lip. "Fuck don't do that," he said thrusting himself against you. "What you going to do about it?” you dared him as he darted his tongue along his lips. "I’ll make you cry again," he threatened that made your walls clench. "I'm very scared," you mocked as he bit his lip. "You will be," he growled as he ripped the T-shirt you wore straight off you with his strength. "Ay, I liked that T-shirt," you protested. "Wow your aiming to be such a brat tonight, I plan to change that," he said as his fingers found their way to your nipples.

Placing his lips around them he pressed his teeth against the sensitive bud. You could feel his smirk against your skin as you yelped. His tongue swirled around where he bit as he enjoyed helping to kiss them better. The other hand finding your other breast to grope, he dragged his lips to meet them. Instead of biting he suckled his mark into your breast as you whimpered. "Your mine, to do with as I please, that’s your punishment," he said looking at you with dominance in his eyes. Your hands take to the bottom of his T-shirt but he takes them pinning them above you on the bed. "Stop being a brat," he says, his eyes locked on lust. Lips returning to your breasts he continues to place purple blemishes around them. His lips dragging towards your navel. Fingers finding their way to your skirt as he helps lift them and your panties from you. Clicking his tongue at the top of his mouth he appreciates your naked form, causing you to blush.

“Oh Nuna’s lost her voice, I must say," he pauses to drag his finger from your belly button towards your heat. "Your body is so beautiful, this," he pauses as his fingers find your nub emitting a moan. "Looks so mouthwatering," he adds before sliding himself to place his face to your heat. Your thighs automatically shut against him as he fans his hot breath against you. Using his strength, he pushes them apart as he looks up to you with his devil eyes, wiggling a finger your way. Silence followed as if he was daring you to speak but you abided in a desperate lust to feel his wet muscle attack. He didn't wait long as he feverishly attacked your clit. Mixtures of suckles as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, had you throw your head back. Mews escaping your lips as his tongue lapping against your fold occasionally as he drank up the mess his tongue was making. Fingers in his hair pulling from the overwhelming pleasure had him growl. Which did little to calm your situation down. In fact it enhightened it as goose bumps rose along your skin. The more you tugged, the vibration from his growls got higher. His darting tongue inside your walls was all it took to pull an orgasm. You could hear him chuckle as you got sensitive as you thrashed under his tongue. "Jae," you whimpered feeling the over sensitivity attack you. "Please," you cry as he chuckles not easing his rushed attack."Fuck me," you plead in a desperate need to get his tongue from its torture. Even though you knew that option wouldn't be much less of an attack. Removing his mouth instantly as if your words was music to his ear, he looks at you with such a devilish smirk. One that you swore would have come from the devil itself.

Taking his T-shirt off your breath gets stolen looking up at his fine torso. You had seen his abs from his stages but this was so much more. In reality it was just so breathtaking. Your hands couldn't help leaning towards to touch. But his hands held them as he stifled a laugh. "Nuna behave," he teased as he leaned towards you caging you as he pinned your hands back to the mattress once more. His sweet breath just inches from you as his bare chest laid against your naked breast. "Are you going to keep that brattiness from your lips?" He asked before pressing small kisses to your jaw. "Ay, I’ll try," you said playfully as he nipped your bottom lip. "You choose tears then," he whispered in your ear that had you shiver.

Standing off the bed he slowly seductively just to tease you even more, removed his jeans and boxers. Letting his thick cock spring against his stomach. He looked like he was equally frustrated from the pulsating veins on his shaft. He didn't wait as he crawled onto the bed over you. Leaning towards you, you went to meet his kiss. But he pulled back chuckling as you scowled his way. "No no Babe I'm controlling this show," he whispered as he quickly pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

Wrapping one of your legs round your waist he sat over the other. Hands falling around your waist he didn't waste time thrusting his meaty member precisely in you. Yelping as you bit your lip you looked up to find him smirking your way. "Babe I won't stop till I see tears remember," he smirked. He soon started his rhythm, which was already fast and hard against you. Whimpers falling from your lips as his tip was hitting your sweet spot. "This pussy is mine," he growled with possession. "Your mine," he added with sweat dropping down his face. You could feel your coil spring as he fucked you hard and fast. The room filling with the sound of your skin slapping and your cry's seem to make him get lost in his passion. His eyes shot with a predative hunger which made it all enticing. "Jae," you cried as you exploded around him. Teeth biting into his lips as your walls convulsed against his member.

He briefly closed his eyes and opened them, going from vulnerable back to devilish. Your body sensitive once more as your hands fell to his strong arms. Tensing the muscles with each thrust made your head dizzy. He dragged his tongue down his inner cheek. You had seen that a thousand times before, but while his cock was fucking you dumb it was a killer move. Your walls quivering as another orgasm was stiring. "Jae, Jae," you whimpered tossing your head back as you felt yourself begin to lose your mind. "Tears babe, tears," he mocked as you threw your head with more force in frustration. "Fuck you Sohn," you growled struggling with the over stimulation with the way his cock was attacking your sensitive spot. "With pleasure," he whispered as he sped even more. Eyes widening, he chuckled as he continued making your dizzy head all fucked with his torture. "Jaeeeeeee," you whimpered as you came to your high edge. "Tears, Tears," he growled with a sign of struggle himself. The clamping of his lips in frustration himself was what pulled another orgasm from you. "Fuck," he growled as your walls choked his cock once more.

He looked at you panting and dribbling like a mess. He clicked the roof of his mouth with equal frustration before throwing your leg over his shoulder. Widening his eyes with a smirk as you began to calm down. When his hands met your ass lifting you towards him, his cock buried even further deep in you. Eyes widened in realisation at the feeling of his cock deep against your cervix. He chuckled at your expression before he started his torture. It was like your body was burning under him. The over stimulation sensation was almost unbearable. Tears was slowly pooling from your eyes as he fastened his speed. Nails digging into the skin beneath your tips. You didn't even know what part they was clawing as your mind was a fogged mess. Body thrashing and the sounds of his own grunts had sobs and inaudible words leave your lips. Like he knew he broke you he chuckled his fingers catching the tears. "Good girl babe," he growled before his thrust became a rushed desperate need for him. You could feel his veins pulsating within and that in itself and the moans of his own high close was driving you crazy. "Jae," you said in a mantra around the bite against your own teeth, that you was sure you could even taste blood. "My Nuna, My babe, My Princess," Youngjae cried himself as he chased and then fell off his high. The feeling of his hot seed filling you tipped you into your fourth orgasm.

Convulsing like crazy underneath him he chuckled heavily panting as he let go of your leg, letting you feel it again. Dropping onto your chest you felt his hot breath as he steadied his breathing rhythm. Fingers falling into his red hair, you felt a sign of heaven wash over.

Your eyes looked to the side finding the photo upside down. "Don't," he pleaded as you grabbed it to look. The photo in your view made you smile as he went bright red before throwing his head back down on your chest. "Why you embarrassed this is sweet?" You said as he looked up towards you. "It's not, I've had this in a frame since mum sent it," he whispered as you cupped his vulnerable face. "Y/N to everyone, that looks like I'm proud of my new family," he said almost a whisper. "What is it then?" You asked. "It's me wanting to fuck, to hold, to have my new step sister," he said as if it was a dark confession. "But you hate me? You've been an ass to me since you arrived," you said shocked that he had feelings before you even met. "Because I'm greedy, I knew this would happen, that it would mess everything up," he whimpered like a lost boy. His god like devilness long gone. "I'm greedy too, I watched all your fancams, my thoughts wasn't innocent neither," you confessed as he looked up to you smirking slightly. "This is fucked up," he said closing his eyes. "Only if we get caught," you smirked his way. "Plus our parents aren't even married they're just dating," you added to ease the situation.

"For now," he sulked that made you chuckle. Beneath the ego and demon like man he was the most cute and adorable person ever. "Plus I don't want to hide you, I want to show you off, I want to show others your mine," he said kissing the skin by his sulking face. "You can't date anyway Sohn, so it's all moot point," you said running your fingers through his hair. "Come on cheer up, ay," you said ruffling your fingers through his fluffy style. His head snapped up with a widening eye shot. "What did you say?" He growled. "Oh there's my sexy ass demon," you teased. Like that he switched to his devil like persona and the situation of your parents dating long gone. You knew he was going to leave you sore by morning but it was worth every ache that was coming your way.

#kpop smut #kpopidol #fiction #the boyz smut #eric sohn smut #son youngjae smut

[rosewould]

perception; syj

pairing; eric x reader

words; 3.3k

genre; friends to lovers, smut

warnings; regular whore shit, unprotected sex

preface; My fav work in a while, lemme know if you enjoyed it!

"Okay okay. Let's pretend for a second that we weren't friends." Kevin says, regaining his composure after laughing.

"No! The answer's still no! I wouldn't date you if you were a girl!" Eric erupts in protest and the four of you burst into laughter again.

"That's not what I was going to say!"

Holding his arms out, he signals for the rest of you to settle down. You, Jacob, and Eric finally settle in your seats, stomachs hurting from laughing.

"This question isn't for you anyway, traitor." Kevin narrows his eyes at Eric.

"How is not wanting to date you as a girl being a traitor?"

Kevin ignores Eric's question, eyes landing on you.

"This question is for ___."

Your eyes go wide as the attention suddenly shifts to you. "I wouldn't date you either-"

"That's NOT my question." Kevin cuts you off. "My question is that if we were never friends, would you find me attractive?" You roll your eyes, the three of you collectively groan. Kevin looks around, confused at the reaction.

"What- It's a genuine question!"

"Yes, Kevin. Literally all idols are objectively attractive." You deadpan as if on autopilot.

"No no no. Not objectively. I mean if you had never met me, would you look at me and say "man I want a piece of that." or no?"

The question was certainly crossing a dangerous boundary. A simple yes could change your relationship forever. You all know good and well that all of you wouldn't stop thinking about the prospect of dating one another.

"Kevin, you're always asking weird questions like that." Jacob scolds as he slaps Kevin's shoulder. Kevin hisses and he caresses the afflicted area.

"You guys are both lying if you say you're not curious too." He looks pointedly at both Jacob and Eric. They both look at each other before looking back at Kevin, then you.

"You know what? Yeah, I would." You admitted.

To you it wasn't an issue. He specified that it was before you got to know him, and that was crucial enough to not make your answer relationship altering. The boys begin oohing at your answer. You shrug.

"You know what that means Kevin." Eric teases, smirking at him.

"Absolutely nothing. Now I know that he's Kevin." You chuckle as Kevin reacts in disbelief.

"All of you are fake." Kevin slowly pans his finger around at each of you.

"How about me?" Jacob asks, huge smile on his face.

"Definitely. You give off husband material vibes." Jacob gasps, his smile growing wider. Kevin scoffs, leaning back in his chair.

"Why are you flattered? You know this means she doesn't think that anymore, right?"

Jacob's face falls, furrowing his brows at you. "Why is that, ___?"

"Well... your vibes are more mom-ish now, so." You trail off, looking to the side. Kevin and Eric burst into laughter, pointing at Jacob mockingly. Jacob clutches his heart dramatically.

"Me next!" Eric says excitedly. Your heart thumps more prominently in your chest. Just like the others, you reminisce on the first time you saw Eric. Looking at every member in this group was down right mouth watering, but Eric? It was like he checked off all your boxes. And when he smiled? It made your heart skip a beat everytime. You wished you could say your feelings changed after you got more acquainted.

"Aw. Baby Youngjae." You pout as you ruffle his hair. The other two snort before Eric flicks your hand off his head.

"You're always treating me like a kid. And you're not even a full year older than me!" He points accusingly as he remembers your birth date. You remember how betrayed he felt when he found out your actual age. It didn't take long for him to get over it, though. Soon, the two of your were inseparable. Your close age allowed you to get along with him more than Jacob and Kevin.

His personality and humor meshed with yours perfectly. As Eric put it once, it was like you were soulmates. You remembered how hot your ears got when he said it. Thankfully, he didn't notice. You were pretty much screwed now.

"You're still younger than me." You tease, grinning him. He glares back, jaw jutting outwards.

"That's not fair. You answered both of them-"

"Fine! I thought you were attractive too." You admit.

Eric tries to fight back a smile as the other two 'ooh' again. You roll your eyes, ignoring the pounding of your heart. Admitting that to Eric made you feel significantly more vulnerable.

"Okay so why am I not attractive anymore?" Eric tilts his head, awaiting a response you didn't have. Hanging with Eric was loads of fun, so that why you constantly did so. That wasn't the only reason, however. You couldn't get him off your mind. You thought about him every night, including when you...

"Because you're annoying!" You try and laugh to disguise your growing nervousness. To your chagrin, you can feel your cheeks start to heat up.

"That's so rude- are you blushing?"

You cover your cheeks with your hands after Eric points it out.

"She is!" The boys laugh and point, this time at you.

"Stop! It's just because the alcohol is kicking in!" The coolness as your fingers are no match for your searing skin.

"Liar. You literally said you weren't going to drink so you wouldn't get hungover." Eric teases. You look over at him and he smirks back. Your shy reactions amused him greatly. You couldn't tell if it was because he found them silly, or because you exposed how you truly felt. He must've felt so cocky right now. He was the only one to get this reaction out of you.

"Fuck you Kevin." You take off your hat and throw it at him. He dodges it, still laughing.

"It's not my fault you have a crush on Eric." Kevin makes a kissy face at you, and you're looking for another thing to throw.

The rest of the evening was excruciating. Consisting of Eric staring at you with a stupid smirk, and you feeling too embarrassed to speak.

"Okay I'm going to bed now." Jacob announces.

"No! Just thirty more minutes." Kevin begs. You all know it's going to be a long time before you all get to just hangout like this.

"I'm sorry. I'm gonna fall asleep in my chair if I stay here any longer." Jacob groggily stands up from his chair and exits Eric's room.

"If Jacob's leaving, I'm leaving too." Kevin chases after Jacob who's walking pretty fast for someone who claims to be tired. "Oh, and you guys better not suck face or I'll tell mom." Kevin peeks back in the room before finally closing the door.

You narrow your eyes at the door. Kevin's such an idiot. As you turn your head, you realize Eric’s looming over you. You lean back as much as you can but your head hits the wall. His nose grazed yours as he stared into your eyes.

"W-what're you doing?" You stammer.

"Just seeing something." He leans back a bit to properly examine your face. "Look at you freaking out."

"Anyone would be caught off guard if another person's face was that close." You insist unconvincingly.

"Bullshit, you think I'm hot don't you?"

Before you could answer, he's leaning back in, hands resting on the arms of your chair. He tilts his head to the side as his eyes burn into you. You swallow hard, and you're sure he saw it.

"You're so cute right now." Eric chuckles. "Very kissable."

"Okay that's enough." You laugh awkwardly as you stand up. You freeze, a hostage under his gaze. The way his eyes flicker down to your lips makes you squirm.

"What? Don't you wanna kiss? Just to see what happens, nothing serious." He grabs your hands, thumbs rubbing into your skin.

"Wanna?" He suggests as if it's an innocent request. Well, it isn't super explicit either. It's just a kiss. Just to see what happens. You nod slowly and he smiles. He leans in, eyes trained on your lips. His lips graze yours slightly.

Every part of your skin that his touches feels like it's on fire. His nose sliding past yours. Hands tenderly caressing. Soft lips lightly brushing against each other. Your eyes flutter close as his lips finally interlock with yours. He tastes sweet, it's addictive. You dive in again shamefully quick. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

He drops your hands, opting to wrap his arms around your waist. He hugs you tightly and deepens the kiss. Lips chasing after each other with growing hunger. What was sweet, curious, and somewhat innocent turned into a deep yearning. A yearning for something more sinful.

The sin you both had in mind became more evident as you felt him grind into you, followed by you moaning softly. Eric pulls back suddenly and your hand flies to cover your mouth.

His eyes drink in your bewildered appearance. His eyes are dark, lips parted slightly.

"I want more..." He admits quietly. The room remains quiet, but you both understand completely. Eric crashes his lips against yours as he pushes you against the wall. You part your legs slightly, allowing him to push even closer into you.

The more he grinds into you, the dirtier the kiss gets. Tongues licking and sliding against each other. Lips slick and swollen. Teeth nipping at any skin they could find. You knew better than to leave marks on his skin, but he could leave as much of a reminder as he wanted. A reminder that he was the only one out of twelve that made you like this.

His teeth nipping and sucking at your neck felt euphoric. You throw your head back, tugging at his hair.

"That feels so good." You drag the words out, shivering at the sensation. He works more enthusiastically at your neck, leaving wet kisses over the surface. He grinds his hardening member right into your core. The feeling turns your knees to jello.

You squeeze your hands in between your bodies. Tugging at the hem of his jeans, you hope he gets the message. He keeps his lips attached to your neck as he unbuttons his jeans. He frantically unzips them and shoves them down. His jeans and underwear pool at his ankles, his half-hard member exposed. He steps out of them before looking at you expectantly.

Looking down, your mouth waters at the sight of his thick member. Your mouth is dry as you reach your hand towards it. You wrap your hand firmly around the shaft. He reacts immediately, a muffled moan sounding against the apex of your neck and shoulders. He squeezes your sides.

"More." He whines before lifting his head to plant a kiss on your jaw. You begin stroking as you kiss his lips again. He bucks into your hand, whispering something incoherent against your lips. His hunger to feel you, taste you-- to do anything and everything was getting to be insatiable. He moans lewdly against your lips, hips jerking into your hand.

"Mm... wanna have you already."

For a second you thought you were the only one pathetic and needy. As he mumbled those words against your lips, you realized he was as desperate for you as you were for him. The realization made you want to stop jerking him off and let him inside you, but his whines and the desperate look on his face was addictive. You could watch him pitifully pine for pleasure all day.

"I... I like seeing you like this Jae." You whisper as you look up into his eyes. His cock twitches and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.

"I love when you call me that." Eric admits with a crooked grin. He places his hands on either side of your head, leaning against the wall. Eric had told you this once before. After calling him Youngjae to tease him because you thought it was a cute name, it naturally shortened to Jae. No one had ever called him that before you. He was only Jae for you, just like how he was only like this for you. "I daydreamed about this, your hands wrapped around me." He states breathily.

You shudder at the confession. It was impossible not to smile as you felt immensely relieved. You weren't alone in your torment. You glide your hand up and down his cock faster, watching as his eyes flutter close. His pretty lips are parted slightly, letting out little gasps and groans. His hair hangs away from his face, showing his thick and furrowed eyebrows. Eric doesn't want you to stop, but he also doesn't want to cum from your fist. His hips jerk forward again at the thought of spreading open your pretty, wet cunt with his cock. He presses his lips together, a moan reverberating against his mouth.

"Please let me feel you." He begs as his hand scoop your face up. He kisses you tenderly, exhaling deeply through his nose. "I wanna feel you so bad." He was panting, the desperation in his eyes growing stronger. Wordlessly, you pull your panties down under your skirt. You step out of them and when you look back up, he's tugging at himself, eyes trained on your discarded panties.

Standing back up, you grab one of his arms and wrap it around your waist. He lets go of his now fully hard member to wrap his other arm around you. "Ready?" He says and you look at him in confusion. "Jump."

You do as he says and he wraps your legs around his hips. You gasp as you feel his tip poking against your heat.

"Are you- mmph-!" He stops mid sentence as his tip pushes beyond your slick folds, prodding against your swollen hole. A shallow thrust sends you reeling when he nearly pushes inside you. His hands grip your ass hard before he pushes you flush against the wall again. His teeth are grazing your neck as he barrels into you. You let out an especially loud moan and he hurriedly covers your mouth.

"If they find out we'll never hear the end of it."

It's probably too late, but the two of you hold out hope. His hips smack against yours. The room fills with the sound of your muffled moans and his breathy grunts. That with a mixture of his skin slapping against yours has your eyes rolling back. His cock is fucking up into you at an angle that makes you almost salivate. You slide up and down the wall slightly as he relentlessly thrusts into you. Puffs of hot breath fan across your neck before wet and sloppy kisses take their place.

"So fucking tight-- I'm gonna lose my mind." He growls into your ear as his fingernails dig into your ass. He licks a long stripe up your neck and you whimper. He's toying with you, figuring out what makes you tick by kissing, nipping, and licking your neck. His thrusts slow down as focuses on your reactions. The way your body trembles when he presses kitten licks into your neck. The way you snap your hips against him when he nips your skin. The way a moan resonates against his hand and your walls clench when he sucks at a specific spot. Jackpot.

The pace of his hips are back to normal as he bucks up into you. Your body bounces on top of him, breasts bouncing underneath your shirt. He can feel your hard nipples brushing against his chest. Salacious moans leak out of his mouth as he continues to assault that sweet spot on your neck. It's a good thing you're pinned against the wall with your legs locked in place or else you'd be a spineless mess on the floor. Your whimpers are pathetic and pleading while you experience mind numbing pleasure in two different areas. He unclamps his hand from around your mouth and tightens his grip on your hips and pulls them to meet his.

"Ah~ you feel so perfect baby."

You hum in response. The light and airy moans that float into your ears make you clench around him. You're so tight around him that it feels like you're sucking him into you. His moans grow in volume, matching the rhythm of his hips. He grabs your hips and shifts you into a different position. You let out a sharp gasp as he starts rocketing into your g-spot. "Fuck-!" You try to keep your voice down now that your mouth is free. It was impossible to stay quiet when his stiff dick is buried inside of you, snug within your sopping walls. You let out weak and strangled noises as you dig your nails into his back. You feel a ripple of pleasure rip through you before your stomach tightens.

"Jae... 'm gonna..." You eyes roll back into your head as you wrap your arms around him tightly. You pull your bodies flush together, trying to get as close as you can. You can feel his firm chest pressing into you. He pulls away from your neck, fully focused on making you cum. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Do it for me. Only for me." He whispers as he looks into your eyes. "The fact that I'm the only one that does this to you... I could come just thinking about it." He pecks you softly before watching you again. You lock your legs around him, coils deep inside you compressing. You shove your hips into his, enjoying the feeling of your bodies slamming against each other. He pushes his hand between your bodies and under your skirt. He starts applying pressure and your vision goes white. The hard circles he rubs into it causes the coils to snap.

"Fuck fuck fuck--!" You exclaim as you pull his hips against yours. Your legs lock him in place as your cunt spasms around him. You shudder, spewing profanities and shivering moans as you come down. His fingers are still abusing your swollen clit and it makes you jerk against him. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. You hungrily kiss him back, tongues massaging each other. He begins to move again and you're a whining mess. He carries you over his bed and lays you on your back at the edge of it. He pushes your legs up so that they're on either side of your head. He leans down and kisses you again. His hips are slow as they roll into yours. Both your lips are swollen as you continue to suck on each other's. He sucks on your tongue and you're ready to cum again already.

"Feels so fucking good... wanna cum inside." He mumbles with interjections of moans that resonated from deep inside him. His hips slam down onto yours as he moans loudly. "I'm gonna cum baby."

You clench around him and he hisses. He presses his fingers into your legs until his knuckles turn white. He bottoms out, filling you to the brim as he kisses you. His hips are getting less precise and his moans more whiny. "You're the only girl who's ever made me like this."

He mumbles incoherent praises as he shoots ribbons cum into you. His moans are near sobs while his hips snap to yours so hard that your hips are bouncing off the mattress. The sound of his desperate moans and the feeling of him pushing so deep makes you bite your lips. "Only you."

He slams into you one last time and you're both seeing white. He collapses on top of you, head buried into your neck. You laugh as you push your legs around his shoulders and drop them on the bed. They're absolutely tired to the point of being numb. You wrap your arms around Eric.

"So... what now?" You whisper, eyes darting around the room.

"Shh, I'm trying to sleep."

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[desswright29]

FEMININITY

Pairing: Shuri Udaku X Confused reader

Word Count: 7.2k 😳

Contains: Fluff, Smut(18+), Reader has a child

A/N: This story kicked my ass so I really hope y’all read and enjoy! An homage to what’s beautiful about being with a woman.

Queen: I needed to get away. I’ll be in your city. Can I come by to see you guys tonight?

You look down at the message and smile. Shuri. You two became fast friends when you began an internship at one of the outreach centers. You ran through the ranks easily which caught the attention of the Princess, and caused you two to form an easy friendship. After your internship was over, you got a job at Stark enterprises with a glowing recommendation from the now Queen of Wakanda. You and Shuri remained friends, though you didn’t see eachother as often due to both of your busy schedules. But every once in awhile she came around to unwind from her chaotic life.

 Angel: Anytime Queen. We’ll be glad to have you. 🥰

You text back and sit your phone down. You turn around to your seven yr old son sitting at the Kitchen table, eating his breakfast like a big boy. “Guess what little guy!” He looks up from his food, and smiles at you beaming as he senses your excitement. “Shuri’s coming by today!” His eyes widen as he bounced a little in his seat.

 “Shuri!” He said voice filled with joy “Mommy, You think she’ll bring me something cool!” He asked. Eyes big and bright, already anticipating his new gadget. “Who knows kiddo.” You say with a smile. “Finish your food and have an awesome day in school and we’ll see.” You already knew she’d definitely be bringing him something. She was particularly impressed with your son and loved giving him things that would eventually cause you grief. 

  “Zahir, Let’s go little one!” You yelled to him from the living room. He came hopping down the stairs. You’d gotten yourself and your son ready for the day, and were out of the house in record time, now you were eager to tackle your day. You dropped off Zah with a hug and kiss and headed to work, all smiles and waves as you headed to your office with a bounce in your step. Asia, your work bestie, saw you coming as she got coffee from the break room. Her brow raised over top of her cup as she took a sip looking at you suspiciously. Your eyes connected and you continued walking right past her. “Oh no you did not!” She yells after you as she jogs to catch up, falling in your step.

 “My aren’t we chipper and ready for the day!” She says to you sarcastically doing a happy little wiggle. You look at her and roll your eyes. “ I’m always happy to be here. I love my job nosy.” She scoffs. “Uh huh, speaking of nosyyyy, I hear the Queens in town.” She smiled big, cutting right to the chase, typical Asia. You raise a brow avoiding eye contact. “British?” You say inquisitively as you both enter your office. She closes the door behind you both.

“Bitch, you know what Queen I’m talking about. The one that’s got you walking through the office smiling and waving like Ms. America!” She mocks you smiling big, waving, laughing, and pointing, amplifying your earlier interactions. You laugh “I was not doing all that. You’re so extra!”

“Whatever girl, that’s not what I’m here for. Have you heard from her?” She sat in one of the leather chairs infront of your desk making herself comfortable. You follow her lead sitting in the the chair behind your desk. “ Yes I have she’s stopping by tonight.” Asia squeals. “Oh hell yea! I’m coming” You raise both brows and shake your head “Absoluetly not! Don’t bring your ass to my house Asia.” 

“You’re right, I don’t wanna be in the way.” She said wiggling her brow and rolling her body. 

“Get a life.” You say trying to hide your grin. 

“Damn girl! Leave it up to you to pull a fine ass African, stud Queen. Where they making those at? Talk about one of one.” You try to hold back your laugh. “I really hate you, who says shit like that Asia. And Shuri is not a stud, she’s a Stem, and we are very much FREINDS and that’s ALL.” You say with emphasis.

“Ah Ha! You said that shit like you believed it. That was cute. It’s giving Letitia Wright.” She laughed, and you flicked her off. “I’m just saying, Stud, Stem, whatever the fuck she wanna be, I’m straight as an arrow and she could fold me in half and strap my ankles to the headboard! Do you hear me! I’d be turning all the tricks! The neighbors would know my na-“

“Aight! Damn Asia you always take it far. Get out of my office so I can start my day.”

“That’s cool. I’ll do that. But you better hop on that strap before somebody take your seat hoe. Give that baby a stud daddy!” She gets up out of her chair. 

“ Please, Leave”

“BYE! Bougie bitch.” She whispers the last part under her breath as she walks out. 

“I heard that!” You yell.

“SO!” She yells back.

You shake your head laughing. You smile and continue your day happily anticipating the night. 

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You looked in your mirror placing your locs in a high ponytail leaving two locs out in the front. You’d showered and changed into a form fitting black short set. The shirt rose just above your naval showing off your waist beads. You sprayed on your “Killian Love Don’t Be Shy”, glossed your lips, and headed to your kitchen to check on your sides before putting the steaks on the grill. You turned on your speaker and danced around as you cooked. Shuri loved your cooking. You smiled as you thought of how she always reacted to your meals. Zah Sat in the living room playing games on his Nintendo Switch, when you both heard the door bell ring. 

  You both stopped what you were doing and raced eachother toward the door. Your son ran past you pushing you out of the way. “Boy!” He got to the door and smiled at you. “Beat you Mama!” He laughed, and opened the door. You didn’t have time to react before your heart dropped to your stomach. There she stood with that sexy ass smile, hands behind her back. Her undercut was fresh, beautiful curls sat neatly atop her head stopping right above her brow, right ear adorned in several earrings, and she had a single gold chain around her neck. She wore a dark grey shortsleeved compression shirt with matching sweat pants. Her lean muscles more pronounced than the last time you saw her, tattoos gracing her arms making her even more of a work of art. She looked at you and smiled with a wink before squatting down in front of Zahir. 

“SHURI!!” He yelled running into her arms, that she held out for him, as she dropped the bag she’d had in her hands. “Wow little man! You’re getting so big.” She says pulling back and ruffling his individual twist. “Yea, Mommy says I’m a big boy. I got muscles too. “He says stepping back flexing for her.

“Ooooweee!” She reached to touch it and snapped her hand back fast. “Dang kid! You almost broke my finger.” 

“Yep, I’m gonna be really strong and fast like you!”

“Oh you’re coming for me huh little panther?” She says as she picks him up and throws him over her shoulder as she stands and walks in the house. Using her foot to close the door. He laughs and kicks as she holds him tight while walking over to you. It felt like your world slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion towards you. Your eyes trailed her body. The way she moved, the way she paired her femininity with masculinity was feminine in its own right. Only something a woman could master so gracefully. With her hands being full, she could only lean down and press a gentle  kiss on your forehead in greeting. You wrapped your arms around her and Zah, Her scent immediately enveloping you; vanilla, cinnamon, and a hint of burnt cherry. She was intoxicating. 

“Hey Shuri poo!” She pulled back and smiled. “It smells good in here.” You roll your eyes and smack her arm playfully. “It’s good to see you too Shuri” She looks you up and down, eyes lingering on the swell of your hips a while longer than they should, she smirks. “Always a pleasure Ms. Y/l/n.” She walks away, drops her bag next to the couch, and then takes Zahir off her shoulder into the air and slams him into the couch. “Shuri! Don’t start that rough sh- stuff already!” 

Shuri looked at Zah with wide eyes. “I know what she was about to say, do you know what she was about to say.” “Shuri! Don’t get put out immediately. Give yourself time.” She bunches up her lips in skepticism. “ Girl, please. We could take her right Zah! We could beat her up and take over the kingdom.” “Yea! You don’t want none mommy!” Shuri laughs. “Tell her Zah Zah!” You bite your lip, and shake your head at the interaction. “It’s been thirty seconds and I’m tired already.” You say walking back into the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile listening to Shuri and Zahir continue to wrestle in the living room as you finished up cooking. 

  Zahir excitedly runs into the kitchen with Shuri trailing behind him, she’d taken off her shoes and made herself comfortable per usual. “Mommy! Mommy! Look at what Shuri made me.” You look down at the gauntlet on his wrist. As he aimed it at you and shot little foam balls. You stare at Shuri blankly as you get hit repeatedly. She looks at you, lips folded clearly holding back laughter judging by the furrow in her brow. 

“Wow! Another well thought out gift that won’t drive your mother crazy! Way to go Shuri!” You say with false excitement, narrowing your eyes at Shuri. She burst into laughter. “All in a days work!” She says with a salute. You smirk rolling your eyes, and turn back towards the stove. You feared your eyes would roll out of your head by the end of the night. Zahir ran out of the kitchen to continue launching balls from his gauntlet all over your clean home. Shortly after he leaves you feel arms wrap around your waist, as Shuri nuzzles her head into your neck. You lean back into the hug, laying your head onto hers.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” She askes as she moves her hands up and down your sides, then lower to began caressing your lower back with her thumbs. 

“Ofcourse not. You’re not doing anything I didn’t expect. He loves it when you visit you know.” You say bringing your hand up to stroke the side of her face, as you close your eyes body melting into her touch.

“Yes, I know, I wish I could be here more often. He’s a blast.”

“Yea? It’s almost like he’s the only reason you come.” You say teasingly.

Shuri turned you to face her taking your hands in hers, gently placing them around her neck. She wrapped her arms around your waist pulling you flush against her as she placed her forehead against yours. 

“You know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. I’ve missed you, Ntomb'am (my girl), You look so appetizing.” You blush looking into her deep brown orbs. 

“I’ve missed you too. You look aight” You say, laughing at your own joke. Shuri gasped in exaggerated offense. “Aight!? Damn you’re cold. I’m truly, truly hurt. Really.” She says, staring into your eyes, both of you getting lost until you were interrupted by the chime of her kimoyo beads. You both unwrap yourselves from eachother and you turn fast trying to slow your heart rate, as she steps back to answer the call. 

“Hey! What’s going on?”

“Nothing I just missed you, called to see how everything went today.”

“It went great! You know I walked out with them in the palm of my hand.” You hear a little giggle from the other end of the call. 

“Ofcourse you did. You’re brilliant!” Shuri smiles, you internally roll your eyes. Turning around to plate your steaks. 

“Thank you! You’re so sweet to me. I’m getting ready to eat dinner now, and then I’m gonna lay down. It’s been a long day. I’ll call you first thing tomorrow though. Ok?”

“Ok babe! Talk to you tomorrow.” She hung up and you looked at her as you turned off the stove, eyebrow raised. 

“Riri?”

“Yea.” She says walking back over to you placing her arms back around your waist. 

“She sounds nice. You two together now?” You ask. 

“Why? Do you want me?” A glimmer in her eye and mischief on her face. Those words made your pussy quiver. 

“Shuri, don’t start.” You removed her arms from your waist. 

“I’ve already started sweet girl.” She stepped back licking her lips. 

“Dinners ready” You say trying to hide the effect she was having on your body.

She smiled and nodded. Eyeing you knowingly.

“Hm. Ok Y/n.”

  Your relationship with Shuri was….well… complicated. You see, Shuri and you were indeed only friends (much to Shuri’s dismay) because you were “straight”. Atleast, that’s what you’d told yourself all of your life. That is until you met Shuri. From the moment she’d entered your workstation in the lab of the outreach, she’d created thoughts in your mind you had never imagined experiencing before. Casually put, she confused the fuck out of you; and as time passed it only got worse. You’d insisted she keep her distance so that neither of you crossed any lines, figuring that would quell the desire. But, the longer the time apart, the more intense your want became. So, when you would see eachother, touches would linger, hugs got longer, turning into gentle caresses, and intimate forehead kisses; but never further than that. 

When she informed you of her budding romance with Riri Williams you’d thought you’d feel relieved, like you move on, but jealousy hid itself deep in the pits of your stomach; And that’s how you intended to keep it. You couldn’t have feelings for Shuri. You were straight and she was no experiment. She was human, and a damn good friend. You couldn’t loose her.

 Shuri called Zahir in to eat and then helped you set the table. You all sat down at the table to a dinner of steak, creamy potatoes, broccoli, and homemade rolls, like a happy little family. Moments like this made you fantasize about what it would really be like to be the Queens woman. Whenever she stepped into your home it felt as though everything was complete. Her and Zahs connection made your heart swell, watching them together gave you butterflies.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head over there? “ You were snapped out of your thoughts and met with Shuri’s curious gaze across the table from you. “Nothing really just zoned out a bit,” You lie. Zah giggled. “You said mommy’s head is pretty.” Shuri laughs with him. “It is a pretty cute head kid, you gotta admit. That’s where you get it from”

“You two are so childish” you say. “I am a child mommy.” You all laugh together.

 Once you all finish eating, you start clearing the table and preparing to wash dishes. “Alright Zah, it’s time to get your toys all put away so I can give you a bath.” “Aww, mommy I want to stay up and play with Shuri.” He says with his lip poked out. “No sir, you have school in the morning and Shuri will be leaving soon. All of your toys need to be up by the time I finish the dishes.” You told him sternly.

“I don’t wanna!” He screams at you, stomping his foot. Your brows furrowed as you walked up to Zah. “Little Boy-“ 

“Woah! Allllright little one.” Shuri said swooping in and picking him up, saving him from your wrath. “How about I stay? You go in the room and pick up your toys, let mommy give you a bath, and I’ll come in and hang out with you until you go to sleep. And in the morning I’ll be here to make my famous pancakes. How does that sound?” 

“Yes!” Zah shouts.

“Only if it’s ok with mommy, and you have to apologize to her and promise me you’ll never speak to her like that again. That wasn’t cool little guy.” Zah looked at her and nodded. “Ok I promise” Zah wiggled out of Shuri’s arms and walked over to you hugging your legs. “I’m sorry mommy. Can Shuri please stay?” They both look at you with puppy dog eyes and lips poked out. You look back and forth between them and let out a sigh.“Ok, Shuri can stay.” 

“Yes!” They both say, and give eachothers high fives. “Go before she changes her mind.”

Zah runs out of the kitchen at lightening speed. “Zah slow down!” You yell after him. Shuri looks at you with a grin like Cheshire Cat. “You two are gonna be the death of me. And how do you plan on explaining where you are to everyone? Where are the Dora?”

“Y/n, I am the Black Panther a security detail is hardly needed. I am also an adult. I can go and come as I please.” You look at her skeptically.

“Y/n it’s fine.” She said dismissively. “And I already came prepared to stay.” She said using her head to point towards the overnight bag on the floor in the living room. “Really Shuri.”

“Really, really. Now let me help you with the dishes.” You moved over and allowed her to help, knowing there was no point in saying ‘no’ to her. As you guys finish up the dishes, “Can’t get enough” by Tamia started to play over the speaker. “OOO I love this song! I learned the dance too. Come dance with me.”  She said as she turned up the speaker. 

“Oh now I gotta see this.”

“You doubting me?”

“Not at all Panther” You leaned back against the counter looking at her. Humor filled your eyes as you waited for her to dance. Shuri’s eyes lowered as she placed her bottom lip between her teeth with a smile, and began to dance. Just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore attracted to her, watching her smoothly get through the complicated line dance, made your stomach flutter. “Come on entle, don’t leave me hanging!” She says, stopping to sway her hips side to side and raise her arms up in front of her, making a come hither motion with both her hands. Your body floated over to her, grabbing her hands as you danced together laughing, having a blast until the song ended. 

“Ok, ok I see you, you smooth with it.”

“ I’m African, of course I am!” 

“Oooook conceited.”

“What’s wrong with that?” She says licking her lips. “If you know, you know right.” She walked up to you grabbing your hips. Pushing you back into the cabinets, looking you deep in your eyes, licking her lips. She was laying it on thick tonight and you weren’t sure how much longer it would be before you crumbled under the pressure. You pull away quickly. “I gotta get Zah ready for bed.” She stood smirking. “I’ll finish up in here.” She calls after you. It was gonna be a long night.

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You’d now gotten Zah all washed up and dressed for bed. Shuri sat beside his bed,after a game of hide n seek and reading him his millionth bedtime story. You were down stairs enjoying the quiet with a glass of wine and “Living Single”.

“Alright Zah Man, you gotta go to sleep little guy. You don’t want to be sleepy in the morning. You can’t be the smartest kid in the world if you don’t let your brain rest.” Shuri says. 

“Ok. But can I ask you a question?”

“One more and then its sleepy time. Promise?” She held out her pinky. Zah nodded. 

“Promise.” They locked pinky’s. 

“Now what’s up little one.”

“Shuri can you live with us? You make my mommy smile a lot and you’re the coolest! I wish you could be here forever.” Shuri looked at him a moment, gathering her thoughts trying to figure out what to say. She stood and walked over to lay back on the bed with him as they both looked at the ceiling. She sighed.

“ You know if I had it my way, you and your mommy would be in Wakanda with me. You are such a brilliant little boy. I’d be proud to have you in my lab teaching you all that I know. Maybe one day your mommy will let me take you. Hm? But, right now you have to be here in school, your mommy’s work is here, and I have to be in my Country. I’d love to be here more often, but I’m busy making sure the world is safe for you. I promise to see you and your mommy more often though. Ok?” Shuri looked over at Zah who was obviously fighting sleep now, his blinking slowing down. 

“ Ok.” He says in his sleepy little voice. “I love you Shuri.” Shuri picks him up and lays him on her chest, her eyes watering a bit. “I love you too, Zah.” She says rocking him to sleep.

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   Shuri lay a bit longer with Zah. The conversation they’d just had overtaking her thoughts. In all honesty, Shuri was taken with you. Had been the moment she’d laid eyes on you. She wanted nothing more than to come home to the both of you everyday. But, you were “straight”, so she respected your boundaries. It seemed that as time passed though, those boundaries became lax. Almost as though you felt the same. She’s tried to let this go, but it’d become so much more than a crush, and she couldn’t fathom that the feeling wasn’t mutual. Maybe she was setting herself up to be hurt, overthinking the signals. Either way, Shuri knew she was in love with you, and it felt like you loved her too. 

   She sighed, placing Zah gently on the bed and quietly making her way out of the room after placing a gentle kiss to his forehead. As she made her way to the living room, she stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at you as you sat brows furrowed in concentration, as you tapped away at your laptop. She took note of how effortlessly beautiful you were. How just the sight of you made her heart pick up in pace. How being here with you and Zah made her feel at home. She quietly walked down the stairs, sneakily walking up behind you, she placed her hands on your shoulders. “You work too hard.” She says as she began to massage the tention out of your shoulders. You let out a low moan at the pleasure of her touch. 

“Says the Scientist Queen Panther.” You look up at her and smile. Shuri lets out a chuckle, as your eyes close and your head lulls forward giving her better access to your tense neck and shoulders. She bent down to whisper in your ear, “Don’t forget masseuse.” You let out a hum, as she kissed you right bellow your ear. She stopped massaging and walked around the couch to stand in front of you.

 “Is there a deadline?” She asked referring the work you were doing. “No. Just staying ahead of the game.” “Good, you’re done for the night. Relax with me.” She removed the laptop from your lap, and placed it on your coffee table. Plopping down on the couch and grabbing your legs to place them on her lap, you bit your lip as you watched her beautiful, tattooed hands go to work on your feet. “So what’s been up here? Have you started seeing anyone yet? “

“Why do none of my friends beat around the bush. Right into it huh?”

“No point. Answer the question.” 

“No. I mean, I’ve been on a few dates. They were just… Shit.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“Hm” Shuri turned to look into your eyes as she massaged you.“ I just had quite an intresting conversation with Zah.” 

“Hm? Really? What about?” Your eyes started to close again. Her hands were like magic. You couldn’t help but wonder how they were in other a-. “He says I should move in with you guys” Your eyes snapped open, and her eyes were still locked on you. “He says I make you happier. Do I?” She says, she scoots down slouching more in her seat resting her head back on the couch, not taking her eyes off of you. Quite frankly, Shuri no longer wanted to pretend so here it goes. “ I-I enjoy when you’re around? Yes.”

She snickers “You enjoy when I’m around huh?” She turns her head away from you staring straight ahead a moment before turning her body toward you fully. “Y/n. I gotta be honest. I want to move forward with Riri. I really like her. And she likes me. Like really likes me. She’s beautiful, intelligent, she makes me laugh, she’s easy to talk too, and she knows what she wants. Everything I could ever want or need in a woman. I deserve that.” You remove your feet out of Shuri’s hands and off of her lap placing them underneath you. “You’re right. You do deserve that. So what’s stopping you?” Shuri stares as though she’s looking through you.

“That.” She points at your eyes wiggling her finger back and forth between each eye.

“What?” You say, following her finger before swatting it away in irritation.

“The jealousy in your eyes when I mention her. The little eye roll in the kitchen earlier. I saw it.”

“Shuri-“

“Y/n, how do you feel about me? And before you answer, you should know that I see you. The way you look at me. How your body reacts to my touch. You haven’t been able to have a serious relationship since we met eachother. It’s been years. So what I need is for you to be honest with yourself.” You look at Shuri trying to figure out what route to take. You could continue on with your silent crush, or you could lay it all out on the table. You sigh and choose the latter. You stand and began to pace. 

“Shuri, you mean the world to me. I’ve never felt like this about anybody before let alone a woman. It’s scary. These feelings I have for you..i-it’s crazy how you make me feel. Just a look from you could bring me to my knees Shuri. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you look at me and touch me, It’s all so overwhelming. I honestly don’t know what I feel  or why I’m feeling it, and feelings are involved. I don’t want to experiment with you to try and figure out whatever these feelings are and then I loose you completely. Fuck! I’m so confused.” You continued to pace avoiding eye contact with Shuri. Nervous tears streaming down your face. 

  Shuri gets up from the couch walking over to you, grabbing your face with both hands wiping at your tears, and pulling your body up against hers. Wrapping your arm around her waist with one hand, she grabs your chin and lifts it until your eyes meet hers with the other. 

“ You’ve never asked if I wanted to be used.” You looked up at her, your confusion apparent. “I don’t think you’re confused. I think you know exactly what you want and it scares the hell out of you. But, see we’re at an impasse here. I can’t move on because you and that little boy have my heart, and believe it or not, you can’t move forward because I have yours.” You try to look away and she turns your face right back to hers.

  “Let me take care of your body. Express to you how I feel physically, emotionally, spiritually. I can show you how it feels to be loved by a woman. And if you don’t want it after I’m done. I promise you’ll still have me as a friend.”

You look up at her, heart racing, terrified at what she was proposing. This could potentially complicate your friendship, or you could end up in a relationship with the intimidatingly beautiful Queen you called friend. Both were equally scary for you. But, with her standing infront of you offering up her body to the science of your chemistry, you couldn’t resist. You nod.

“Take care of me.” Shuri smiled and nodded. Slowly she leaned in capturing you lips in hers. Her hands began to massage you everywhere releasing your tension. You’re heart beat against your chest as you finally kissed the lips you’d dreamed about. You let out a shaky breath against her lips. This was so much better than a dream. You couldn’t have imagined the feeling of being in Shuri’s arms like this in your wildest dreams. The first brush of her lips against yours took your breath away. Now as you stood kissing her, your hands entangled in her curls, you felt your knees give way. Shuri felt it as well, Her strong arms tightening around you as she moved backward to the couch. 

She sat as you straddled her lap your lips never breaking contact. She placed her hands on your plump behind pressing you into her, signaling for you to move. You began to grind against her as her hands moved to your hips helping you as she rolled her body up into you. Shuri breaks the kiss, lust now pooling out of her eyes.

“ That right baby. Keep moving for me.” She slapped your ass. “Here’s how this is gonna go sphalaphala sam (my pretty one). I’m going to make love to you. Well. Very Well. I’m going to make your body feel things it’s never felt before. I’m going to fuck your mind, your heart, and this pretty little pussy all at once. This will feel spiritual. I’ll be gentle this time, but If at any point you want me to stop just say it, and I will. Do we have an understanding?” At this point your body was screaming for her. You were salivating and would do whatever she said. 

“Yes” You moaned, and Shuri smiled. 

“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” She leaned foreward and removed her shirt. 

“Look at you. So sexy in this tight ass set and those waist beads.” She eyes you with her hands still on your ass, still grinding into you as you rolled your hips onto her. “Nah you’re not confused mtuwam. You know exactly what you want huh beautiful?”  You opened your mouth but the words got stuck in your throat. You could only let out a soft “Ah”.  

“Awww, My sweet Y/n, you need me don’t you. Tell me what you need?” You were panting, rocking against her, pussy tingling from the friction. 

“I-I n-need you to t-touch me.” You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were here crossing a line with your friend that could change everything. But you were here now and there was no turning back. 

“ You sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes! Yes. Please Shuri” Looking into her eyes, you were now putty in her hands. She bit her lip, and raised her brow as though she was not convinced.

“Please baby. I n-need it so bad.” You whisper leaning in ghosting your lips over hers. You could feel heat seize your body as she smiled against your lips.

“Yea?” She whispered back. “I know baby.” She reached inbetween the two of you rubbing your pussy through your shorts. “She’s talking to me. Leaking through your shorts, so wet and warm. I can smell her. She’s calling out to her Panther.” She rubbed with a little more force as you continued to grind. “ You hear her..” She leaned up to your ear and whispered “Panther, Panther,” as she pressed into your pussy making it squelch.

“Fuck! Shuri please!”

“Shuri’s not here any more babygirl.”

“Ha uuuhn! Panther!”

“You learn fast sthandwa. Let’s take this to the bedroom hm?”

“Please”

  She picks you up carrying you to your master suit. Closing and locking the door behind you guys. Once you two exited this room nothing would be the same again. 

“Griot play my “Y/n” playlist” 

“Yes, Panther” 

You looked at her shocked as “Anywhere” by 112 began to play.

“You made a playlist?” 

“What can I say. I am always prepared” She grabs your hips and kisses you walking you over to the bed sitting you down. She breaks the kiss once again. Backing up,she begins removing her sports bra. “You see, the best part about being with a woman. Is the body.” She removed her sports bra. “The curves, so soft and supple.” Her voice so soft and  seductive drove you crazy, as you were now met with her pretty breast “Do you want to touch me Y/n?” You nod, mouth slightly ajar as you took in Shuri’s breast. 

“No, no sweet girl. Use your words”

“Yes, I want to touch you.” Shuri proceeded to walk up to you, still wearing her sweat pants, while her upper half was completely bare except for the gold chain that contrasted so beautifully against her mahogany skin. She grabs your hand placing it up against her soft yet toned stomach. She let out a sigh as you moved your hand upward. Up, up, up until you were cupping her breasts. Shuri bit her lip as you pinched her nipples. 

“Can I taste them?”

“You can do whatever you want babygirl.” You lift yourself up and catch her nipple in your mouth. Suckling like a new born cub. She throws her head back. “Mhm. That’s good my pretty girl.“ The taste of her skin in your mouth and the sound of the moans that came from her made your pussy pulse. You hum with her nipple still in your mouth. Shuri pulls on the band of her sweat pants. 

“Take these off for me Sthandwa, finish undressing me.” You happily oblige. Reaching forward pulling Shuri’s pants and underwear down at the same time. She giggles. “Eager hm?” She stepped out of her pants and laid back on the bed. “Strip for me, slowly, I’ve been waiting for this, and I want to savor every moment.” You got off of the bed slowly and began to seductively strip for Shuri, determined to put on a show for her; not knowing she had plans to put on a show of her own. She slowly opened her legs and began to play with her pussy, eyes never leaving you. “Watch me while I watch you” She moaned. You were placed in a trance. 

You let your shirt come up over your head, as she began rolling her body into her touch biting at her lips. Her soft moans driving your senses wild. The light layer of sweat building up on her begining to make her body glow in the moonlight. Her breast heaving up and down as she let out heavy breaths moaning your name. Her toned thighs spread wide for you, folds glistening, a stream of light hitting it perfectly putting her on display. She was all woman, and that excited you. Your shorts collect one last release of your want before being pulled down your thighs. 

“You knew what you were doing with those tight ass clothes and waist beads.” Shuri smirked. “Straight my ass. Look at you. Mouth and pussy drooling for me. There’s nothing like a woman huh? Ahhh!” Her head falls back in ecstasy as you stand there caressing your breast, and teasing your nipples; completely naked, physically, and emotionally. You were entranced in her pussy, your sight not leaving her drenched core. The sounds calling out to you. “Shit! I could cum just from how desperate you look right now. Is that you want intel? You want to watch me cum for you?”

You nod but quickly correct yourself “Yes. Yes Shuri I want to see you cum please.”

“No.” Your eyes glance up to meet hers. “Tell me pretty girl. Tell me to cum for you.” You look at her. You smirk feeling a bit bolder. You lick your lips. “Cum for me beautiful.” Your voice was low in octave filled with lust. Shuri’s eyes widened briefly at the sudden change, before you watched her stomach contract and her body began to shake, as her once methodical strokes became sporadic. “Oh B-bast! Y/n! I’m c-cumming for you! Uuuhhnn!”

  As you stood and watched her cum, you knew for sure you were hooked. You wanted to hear her scream your name like that all the time. The girly tones of her voice awakening  something inside of you. She was a woman.

“Come my love. Touch me, feel what you do to my body.” You walk over to the bed and hover over Shuri leaning down to kiss her lips, as you reached down and touched another woman for the first time. You moan into her mouth at the feel of her. Her slippery folds encasing your fingers. Meshing around them perfectly. “That’s all for you baby. Now let me show you what I can make your body do for me.” The look in her eyes was devious. As she sat up positioning your body to straddle her thigh. “Grind for me”You began to move your body against her. Shuri wanted to ignite all of your senses, so she grabbed your waist and brought you closer wrapping you in a hug, pressing her body up against yours completely. 

 The feeling of her bare breast pressed against you felt so erotic, as she held you close and placed kisses all over your chest. “Oh Shuri.” You moaned in a whisper. She handled you so gently moving her hands down to your plump ass massaging into it as she helped you get off on her thigh. It felt as though she was worshipping your body. She kept one hand wrapped around your body and the other she brought inbetween the two of you, finding your pussy she began to rub. “Ah fuck! Baby!”

“You like the way I take my time baby. No rush. I want you to feel good in places you never knew you could.” Before you knew it you were laying on your back as she kissed and sucked down your body, making her way toward your pussy. She held up your thighs caressing them as she prepared to dive into her meal.  She licked and sucked all around your pussy, before finally making contact with your clit. “Fuck Shuri!” 

“Mhmm” she moaned into you as she devoured you. 

“Oooo eat this pussy Panther!” She smacked the inside of your thigh. Then she wrapped her arms around both of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Devouring your pussy. “S-Shuri ha hooo my g-god!” You were very sure you were seeing heaven, and then she placed a finger inside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head “M-more. P-please Shuri more!” You reached down grabbing her by her curls grinding against her face. She placed another finger inside of you, and you felt like you were floating. “OMG! Uhn! I’m gonna cum Panther!” Shuri said something but you’ll never know what it was between euphoria and her mouth being filled with pussy. 

  You came hard in her mouth, she continued eating, getting you all cleaned up. And then she kept going. “I want some more pretty girl. Can you give me more.” 

“Uhn! I d-don oh Sh sh pleasassee!! “ your words were failing you.

“Yea you can give me more.” She palms your ass. Getting back up on the bed laying on her back. “Come sit on my face. Drown me in that shit baby. Use me.” She opened her mouth wide sticking out her tounge ready to be your seat. You carefully lower yourself onto her face, but she grabs your thighs holding you down as she ravished you. You started moving your hips faster getting close to another orgasam. “Oh baby I’m gonna cum again! Fuck me Panther! Drink me!” Once again the band snapped and you were cumming, but this time liquid sprayed from your pussy as you squirted on Shuri’s face. She took it like a pro drinking you up.

“Good fucking girl! You’re my good girl huh Y/n. You taste so good.” She said as you fall to the bed trying to control the shaking from the after shocks. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re going to give me one more. Can you do that for me? Want to watch me cum on top of you? ” You look up at her tears falling from your eyes. You didn’t know if you could, but you’d damn sure try if you could see Shuri cum for you again. “Mhmm” is the only sound you could get out. Shuri understood loud and clear. 

Shuri sat up, grabbing your legs pushing them all the way back, she straddles you in a squat.  “As bad as I want to strap you until you’re unconscious, I want their to be no misunderstanding that it is a woman is fucking you like this” She begans to move against you, feet planted firmly on the bed, the muscles in her legs flexing. “Mmmm!” You let out a long groan from the overstimulation. “Shshsh. Don’t worry baby I got you.”  She slowly whined her body against you in a circular motion. You looked down at her, chin still covered in your cum, body glistening in sweat. “ Ahhhh! fuck” she moaned throwing her head back. You followed a large bead of sweat  that moved down from her long sexy neck, to her chest, down the valley of her breast, slowing at her waist that whined expertly above the backs of your thighs. It was femininity in all it’s beautiful, ethereal, glory. You snapped. “Oh My God Shuri! You’re so fucking sexy!” You reach and grab her waist moving underneath her as best you can. 

She looked down at you like a goddess on her throne. “ You never felt like this before?”

“I c-can’t t-take it. You’re d-driving me crazy. Please! I want you! I need you Shuri. I want to be yours! Please Let me be yours!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face, as you were full out crying now. The whole experience was overwhelming. 

“Nobody’s ever known your body like this b-baby? Uuhn! Made you c-cum s-so much? Knew exactly how touch you huh?”

“N-no, n-no, nobody baby! Nobody m-makes me feel like you Shuri! I’m gonna cum again for you!” Shuri fell to her knees, causing her pussy to grind harder against yours as she picked up the pace. “Oh Fuck! Go ahead b-baby let it go, I’m right behind you!” As if your body ran on her command you opened up the flood gates cumming into Shuri’s pussy, as she followed behind. 

“OH GOD SHURI! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU! I’m so in love with you.” You cried. She collapsed on top of you shaking and breathing hard from her intense orgasam. You both held onto eachother tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she nuzzled her face into your neck. You heard the sniffles before you felt tears dropping onto your neck. 

“I know sthandwa. I’m in love with you too”

#letitia wright #letitiawright #spotify #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #shuri fluff #shuri x you #shuri fic #shuri smut #Spotify

[malereadermaniac]

Actors/Characters x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️-Smut 🖤-Angst 🩷-Fluff

Categorised by actor - first can be about actor or a role they've played

Kit Connor

🩷 Giddy - Kit Connor comes home tired from work and you two cuddle to sleep

🩷 Jealousy looks good on you - Kit connor is the jealous type

🩷 First Move - Kit Connor makes the first move on you during a movie

Jacob Elordi

🖤❤️ Toxic - Nate Jacobs is a closeted cunt

Robert Pattinson

❤️ Hogwartz' Heart-throb - Your first time with your boyfriend Cedric Diggory

Eric Dane (Mark Sloan)

🩷 Experiment - Mark Sloan's old Med School 'friend' joins Seattle Grace

Mitchell Hope (Ben Florian)

🩷 Too Trusting - Ben Florian is too trusting when it comes to Mother Gothel's son

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #fluff #gay smut #light smut #masterlist #male reader masterlist #m reader #kit connor x male reader #cedric diggory x male reader #ben florian x male reader #decendants x male reader #hp x male reader #heartstopper x reader #mark sloan #nate jacobs x male reader #jacob elordi x male reader

[haet-sal]

Cinderella Boy// camboy!juyeon x reader

Living with his two stepbrothers while camboying from his little room, Juyeon dreams of a way to escape his situation. You’re a big fan of the camboy theblover, and when you suspect your fwb’s stepbrother of being him…

Tags: juyeon x reader, Fwb!hyunjae, sex toys, graphic sex and masturbation, edging and orgasm control, 1 smut scene with Hyunjae even 🙀, PWP

non-sex warnings: juyeon’s family isn’t very good to him (evil step brothers sunwoo & hyunjae), camboying and being financially dependent and EXTORTION, mention of getting a woman pregnant to manipulate her, ANGST as this is a cinderella retelling

W.c.: 9.3k

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“Here, Juyeon, if you’re done with the vacuuming, we left some food out for you.” It’s Christmas, the guests had gone home after enjoying his stepmother’s turkey and chicken, and Juyeon was left to wash the dishes and clean the house. After washing the plates of 10 people— all of them barely fit the apartment he and the stepbrothers were renting—he had to vacuum any dirt or dust the guests would have let in, and now he washes up, planning to finally eat the dinner he missed.

But there’s only plain rice and a salad on the table. He made a confused noise, which made the stepmom scoff. “There’s only one turkey leg left—you didn’t think we’d save it for you, did you?” Juyeon turned back to the cold rice, albeit cooked with butter, but still, he was hungry and wanted actual meat with it. “The last turkey leg is for Sunwoo,” says his step mom. “That reminds me—you need to stay up and open the door for him when he gets home, he says he forgot his keys.”

Juyeon never had a mean thought in his head. He would stay up late if his family needed him.

And yet, his lack of mean thoughts towards other people made up for an onslaught of mean thoughts towards himself.

It wasn’t that bad, he just… never heard good things about himself growing up. It was always about how smart hyunjae was, how outgoing, and Sunwoo—so adaptable to his environment, so strong even at a young age, and how good he was at sports and everything else he put his mind to—Juyeon’s father passed when they were quite young, so his stepmother was the only parent they had around them. And she never had anything nice to say about Juyeon, everything was always about her two sons. Sometimes she even referred to Juyeon simply as ‘the boy’, not even by his name. The boy should do the chores.

And now, living in an apartment with just his two step brothers, Juyeon still felt as inadequate as ever, compared to Hyunjae, who was a law student, and Sunwoo, who went to university on his football scholarship, while he just picked a small but secure major, living in the home his stepmom rented for him—with his dad’s money, yes, but it was all hers, now. And, plus, all Juyeon really felt proud about was… his R-rated camboy channel… and it’s not like he could tell his family.

Today, since it turned out he might have to stay up late waiting for Sunwoo—and knowing he’s out with his friends, he’d take until 3 or later—Juyeon decided to pull an all-night stream, alerting the only other person left in the apartment, Hyunjae—that he’d be in his room. It was late, 11p.m., the perfect time to stream.

His room was padded in soundproofing foam, making the space even tighter than it should be. Between the few feet where he’s got his makeshift-bed propped up, there’s just enough space for his desk and the rolling chair he got, but there’s not even enough space for the chair to roll anywhere. He even bought a smaller type of chair so it would fit, and it already took a good amount of his savings away, and needed a way to make it back.

Which was how he got the idea to cam—granted it wasn’t entirely his, it was his best friend Eric’s, but also, even Cinderella had help from mice and pumpkins.

So the great pumpkin Eric directed him towards this camming site, and it’s been a full year since he’s joined. But it had only been about 2 months since he started actually getting exposure, 2 months since he gained nearly 2k subscribers overnight, ever since the video of him jerking off went viral on the site.

He didn’t know how to handle it at first, since the video was even being shared on Twitter, but Juyeon slowly got the hang of it, reposting the link to his channel on the tweets, and soon, people were joining his streams, and the comments of ‘I didn’t have an account before I saw him on twitter’ encouraged him to go on, and garner more followers, sometimes in hundreds on one day.

Tonight, he’s feeling particularly needy, so he turns the webcam on as soon as he’s locked the door to his room, and signs into his channel. The camera trains on his torso up to his chin, just the way he always limits it to. Sometimes he shows it to the point of his pouty lips, but that’s as far as it goes. He doesn’t know what he’d do if someone recognized him, it was a true fear of his.

“Hey, everyone,” he says drowsily, and it wasn’t to some effect—he really was tired, from the housework and the meatless rice he just had. With tired eyes, he watches as the viewers flowed in, in tens and later hundreds.

“Hello,” he says again. He reads the comments. “Clothes off? Really? Oh, no… I think I should tease you a little bit tonight, though…” But he fixes his shirt, so the neckline lowers and makes them pant over the definition of his chest. He gives the camera a lazy smile. “So what are you guys doing?”

Thebloverlover: loving juyo

He knows it’s stupid to use his nickname as his stage name, but really, no names were coming to his head and it just slipped out. “Loving me…” he leaned into the camera, just enough to feel close enough but not distort his image. “You mean it, right? You really, really mean it?”

Juyoxme: can we see your… 🍆

Juyeon just laughs at vulgar comment after vulgar comment. “I have good news for everyone!” he says. “I’m going to pull an all-nighter—yes, for everybody in every timezone. It’s staying up with Juyo time. You think you can handle it?” He finally unbuttons his shirt, but doesn’t take it off, leaving what’s in the shadows to the viewers’ imagination. “Let’s love each other today, alright?”

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You squealed in your bed, lying with your laptop on your chest and headphones on. Last time he’d moaned so hard in your ear you’d screamed out loud. And came right then, your vibrator snug against your thighs—it had moved away from you in the commotion of Juyeon’s actions, and you’d cum, untouched, just to him.

So safe to say he’s your favorite camboy on the entire internet. You quickly type a reply as soon as he announces he would be on stream all night:

juy0sprincess!: YOU’RE JOKING

juy0sprincess!: WE’RE GONNNA PLAY ALL NIGHT

The boy laughs on screen. “Yeah, yeah I guess we are! So, how do you want to play with me?”

He angled the camera down on his crotch, as he untied the band to his sweatpants. He moaned, or hummed, in between: “mmm… mmm, where are you imagining it right now? You want this in your mouth? … in your…” He slides the pants off, and you grip the sheets under you.

juy0sprincess!: you get me so wet :(

He seemed to not have read the comment, as multiple flashed up the screen, in tens. You didn’t know why you sounded so pathetic talking to him over multiple screens, but apparently hundreds of people were being just as pathetic.

“Aww,” Juyo sighed, “there’s three hundred of you. I remember when I did these with just a dozen or so… oh, thank you, juyolover1!” You heard the giddiness in his laughter as the flash of the blue ‘___ tipped!’ sign sprouted across the screen.

Ah, right! You hit yourself, you should have been tipping since the start of the stream! Juyo makes your brain go static sometimes. You immediately reached over for the tipping bar, giving him $10 out of your visa card. Juyeon accepts this graciously, thanking you.

He’s so cute when he’s modest and grateful. You tip another $10. You could go anywhere under 50 for an entire week, since your parents still monitored your account usage—but it would all change, once you get a job at your dad’s company! It was nepotism: he was paying you like a real employee, you get as many sick days as you want, you didn’t have to start somewhere lower in position like an intern.

And then, you could tip Juyo as much as you want. You would tip him hundreds, really—he’s your favorite, and he made this 4 bedroom apartment where you lived alone so much less lonely. Ugh, if only he knew how pampered and rich you were…

You tip another $5 when he pans the camera close to his cock, which is leaking with precum. You swear, you’d never seen a cock so pretty—Juyo’s color, the girth, the length, the trim around it, the way his even larger hand would wrap around it so proficiently… is there such a thing as an aesthetically pleasing cock? Well, here it was.

Anyway, you’re almost mesmerized as he pumps his cock in his hands, the pretty tan color meeting a pale pink as the precum leaked out. He hisses, as he gets faster and faster—

Juyolover: don’t cum

You watch as the screen fills with the request that he doesn’t cum, and he only shows his cock as he reads each comment, slowly.

theclover: if you can edge yourself I’ll tip 50

“Hmm…” you can hear the pout in his voice. “Don’t cum?” He sighed, a nasal whine going out. “Alright, if you want to play that game…” He started pumping his cock again, this time so slow it must just kill him. “Princess,” he called—that’s you, that’s you! He remembers you! “Do you want to rub yourself with me, baby? You like it when we cum together, don’t you?”

Your legs squeeze tight together, your thighs hot against the other’s skin. You slowly pulled out your vibrator from under your bed, and spread your legs, putting it on the lowest setting–just so you could still hear Juyo’s voice.

“Let’s edge ourselves together~” Juyo told you. “The chat is mean, and they’re controlling our orgasms—let’s get tortured by them, together, okay?” You hear the sharp inhales and exhales as he keeps stroking his cock. “So now…” he breathed sharply, “now I don’t have to be alone.”

You typed ‘I love you’ and sent, and you don’t know if he sees it, as the chat quickly swallows the comment up.

“Favoritism?!” Juyeon chuckled. The camera’s still trained on his crotch, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “I just know juyosprincess. They’ve been a fan for a long time~ I do appreciate every one of you, though, but… they’re cute. I like teasing them.” He hmphs. “You guys tease me, so I tease them~” And your vibrator whirrs against your slit, sometimes you bring it up to touch your clit.

Juyo knows how to pace himself, of course, so he could go all night—he would edge himself, stop and shakily recount things he finds hot from porn and his imagination (“I think making someone cry during sex is really hot—from the joy, of course”/”ah, you guys love calling people daddy? Do you want to call me daddy?”) and then go back to edging himself. Unlike him, you had already fucked yourself multiple times, fingered yourself imagining his hands in you, and then let yourself calm down and just watched him.

Finally after hours of shaky breaths and needy moans, he lets himself cum for the first time that night, the whiteness coating his hands and the blanket he laid down on the chair. You bit your lips to bite down on just how fucking hot it was, that it could possibly make you cum another time, as he moaned and hissed curses into the camera as he came. “Wow! I didn’t know I could hold myself that long!” he says with a light laugh, as if he’d been doing something completely innocent. “I mean, it was painful doing this… I’ve only done it for minutes, not hours!”

He reads the comments, although you couldn’t see his eyes go over the screen. “Yeah,” he admits, “you guys do like it when I’m in pain—isn’t that so mean? Are my jubis mean?”

About 30 minutes before 4 a.m., Juyo sits up from his seat, tucking himself back into his pants. “Alright, guys, that’s it for today! The person I’m waiting for is home—yes, my roommate—I’ll be back later this month anyway, see ya!”

You immediately shut the laptop and go to sleep, the giant apartment empty and meaningless to you. But Juyo… he had taken the loneliness away and given you a friend, someone that would listen to you, and pretend to love you.

And sometimes pretense was good enough.

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During the times you weren’t stalking Juyo on the site, looking through every half-cropped selfie and live he broadcasts, you also had a semi successful social life. If only people knew how the princess lived, in her lonely four-bedrooms-three-baths apartment…

But as the daughter of the man who basically funded half the programs in the university, you’re a wanted woman. And you had a reputation to uphold. So you’d been… doing the law department students’ representative for like, three months now.

You hadn’t meant to end up fucking Hyunjae, it’s just… he’s hot! When it started, it was only a blind date, the school princess and the school’s most reputed upperclassman. You ended up bringing him home that day—2 o’clock in the afternoon—and made love taking advantage of the empty apartment floor, as every neighbor was out at work or somewhere else, busying themselves.

After that first fuck, you both realized that you couldn’t really be a couple—there was sexual chemistry, or at least enough that you tricked yourselves it was good enough, but you both were distant people; Hyunjae was too busy in his career and representative duties, while you were just emotionally unavailable. (Due to being in love with a camboy, but you don’t say that.) So both of you settled on being sexual partners but not real partners, and anyway whenever you meet at school everyone tells you Hyunjae’s perfect for you–and you always laugh it off.

Today, you’d finally agreed to meet for Netflix at his apartment, where you’d never been to. At this point you trusted Hyunjae enough to visit him at his home, even if he shared it with roommates.

Expecting getting fucked that evening, you wear a little skirt, safety shorts that he could just pull down to your ankles and fuck you, legs either wrapped around him or over his shoulders. You shudder in anticipation just thinking about all the ways Hyunjae was going to handle you.

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“The girl I’m seeing is coming over, I need you guys to sit in and watch the movie with us,” Hyunjae told his brothers.

Sunwoo immediately broke into a whine, while Juyeon widened his eyes, sort of shocked. “Even me?”

“There’s only two of you!” Hyunjae says. “I just need you guys to shut up, sit, and then keep shutting up when the movie’s over.”

When you get there, Sunwoo’s the one that opens the door. You already know each other, being that he’s the captain of the uni football team and there weren’t many people that didn’t know him. Awkwardly, you greet him by name and ask him how he is. Hyunjae was soon rushing out to the door for you.

The smell of butter and caramel slowly floats from the kitchen, and out comes a boy, carrying a giant bowl of popcorn that could fit Lake Eerie. “Here!” he says. “We’re ready.”

You do a double take as you meet him—you didn’t think there would be a way the third roommate is just as hot, or maybe even hotter, than Hyunjae and his brother. And yet… there this cat-eyed protagonist was.

You go over to the boy and try to introduce yourself, but Hyunjae cuts in for you before you open your mouth: “this is Y/n! Her granddad is the statue in front of the east gate, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh.” Juyeon gave you a smile, waving his hand with the popcorn in it.

“Third roommate?” you asked Hyunjae.

“No, no, they’re both my brothers—Juyeon is my step brother.”

Juyo? You realize later that it’s actually Juyeon, and smile to yourself, at the pure coincidence of Hyunjae’s brother having a similar name to your camboy.

Sunwoo’s already turned the big TV on, and picks the movie you wanted to watch. He’s sitting in the middle of the couch, mindlessly separating everybody, so the distribution’s weird, as you sit on Sunwoo’s side and Hyunjae on the other. Juyeon takes a seat on the floor, which you feel bad for, so you slide down after a while to sit with him.

He’s surprised. “You’re watching the screen from the side,” he whispered to you, just lowly enough that no one heard. “It’ll ruin your eyes.”

First full sentence that he spoke to you, and…

You feel a blush rising to your cheeks. It sounds just like Juyo. Like, the tone and indentations. And the voice itself. You know people can have similar voices, of course, so you’re not accusing your boyfriend’s brother of being a camboy, but it’s just… you swore if you ever found a voice-sound-alike to Juyo, you’d marry them on the spot. And here this guy was.

You shy away from Juyeon, heart beating too fast in your chest. You look away from him, trying to still your breathing.

He’s… just shy enough it resembles your camboy. And the voice—but you’re not about to convince yourself Juyo was sitting beside you, the odds of that are just… impossible.

And yet, you found yourself turned on, an insatiable hunger growing in your core, as you realized how similar Juyeon and Juyo were. You thought passively about his cock—do you think it’s just as big as Juyo’s—and suddenly zap yourself back from those though.

Fuck, Y/n. Control yourself, you don’t even know this guy. Do not think about his dick.

About two thirds into the movie, Sunwoo’s asleep with his neck bending down on the armrest of the couch, and Juyeon mindlessly fiddles with the carpet. You look over at Hyunjae, who sends you a signal with a flash of his eyes, and soon you’re walking into his room, leaving the two brothers at the TV.

Hyunjae’s room is big. It’s the master bedroom of the apartment, and the walls are lined with shelves full of law textbooks, all of them well worn out and often pulled out of their shelves. Hyunjae’s been in your room before, but you’ve never been in his.

The way you’re in a space so sacred and private to him gladdens you, and you kiss him against the wall, while he kicks the door closed with one foot. “Fuck,” he moaned into your mouth. When you pull away, he’s looking at you, pupils shaking.

You hadn’t been together in a while.

“You haven’t called in weeks,” Hyunjae complains, although not childishly. He looks like he’s a husband filing complaints. “I’m not just some side dick you book, you know? At least keep in touch.”

You giggle, and kiss him again. “Sorry.” You pull his shirt over his head—or he did, you don’t remember—and kiss his chest. “Sorry.” You trail kisses down until you’re at his nipple, which you kiss, too. “Sorry…”

Not wasting any time, Hyunjae shoves you backwards into his bed, and unzips your skirt. While he’s below your waist, working you, you couldn’t help but think of Juyo and his giant cock and those hands… those hands that always looked three times the size of yours, you’d always imagined him splitting you open on just two fingers, big enough as four of yours.

Hyunjae kisses you on the lips, tongue swiping across your bottom lip and then in your mouth; you make space for him by opening your legs, and you realize you’re still thinking about Juyo.

You weren’t sure what to call it at this point: addiction? Obsession? Intellectual enslavement? Even now, all you were thinking of was getting your first paycheck and then donating the money into the boy’z coin box. What you felt for that guy was just astronomical.

Hyunjae finally has taken off his pants, discarded somewhere on the floor, and is now inside you, and for the first time since weeks, you’re suddenly not thinking about Juyo.

You moan, straight into Hyunjae’s ears, which gives him an ego boost. He cursed, asking you how much you liked his cock.

“Sooo good,” you moan, just in simple breaths.

“Mmm, tell me how much you like it.”

“So good! Oh, Hyunjae, so—” Suddenly you’re back in your daydreams again, and you don’t even realize it, but you’re imagining Juyo in you, his thick cock entering your little pussy, his pouty lips sucking hickeys on your breasts. Suddenly Hyunjae wasn’t even the guy inside you anymore, it was Juyo, that faceless figure whose cock you could imagine inside you in detail. “Fuck, Juy—”

You stop yourself before you say the full name, making it sound like an incoherent moan. And Hyunjae bought it, too in the moment to realize you had said some streamer’s name.

You gathered yourself as soon as your first orgasm came, and Hyunjae’s good at that—he makes you cum first, before he’s left with his hard-af dick and you choose what to do with it, where he cums. This time, you suck him off, sometimes going slow on it, like you learned from how Juyo teases himself, until Hyunjae’s cursing names out and begging for you to stop teasing.

You’re in bed, the lamp shut off, and blue lights from the neighbor’s apartment streamed into the room. Drowsily, you keep a distance from Hyunjae, knowing it would just blur the line if you cuddled. You keep a pillow between the two of you, and sleep on your side, away from him.

It’s cold, and you realize the air conditioning isn’t working, so you sat up—

You gasp. “Hyunjae! Has the door been open the entire time?”

He wiped the sleep off his eyes as he got up to look. “Huh. I thought I shut it?”

“You must not have gotten it right!”

Hyunjae jumped out of bed to shut it, and jumped back in, in mere seconds. “It’s fine. Well, my brothers got an earful, but they’re just my brothers.”

You hit his arm. “It’s embarrassing for me!”

“Why? You don’t even have to go to family dinner with those two…”

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In the morning, you take a shower at Hyunjae’s apartment while he makes you breakfast. It’s early in the morning, and Sunwoo’s still sleeping, you could hear his snores even over the sounds of the shower.

Later it’s only you, Hyunjae and Juyeon at the breakfast table, and Juyeon has a hard time meeting your eyes. Hyunjae starts: “so last night—”

“I didn’t hear anything!” Juyeon said so quickly, as soon as Hyunjae mentioned the words ‘last’ and ‘night’. You stare at the pancakes, cringing. So he did hear everything.

Hyunjae doesn’t address it, although he doesn’t shy away from that whole conversation, either. “I need to soundproof my room, too,” he says. “Like yours.”

“Why did you need to soundproof your room?” you asked Juyeon.

“Just… didn’t want to disturb my brothers.”

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Hyunjae preferred meeting at your apartment (better water pressure for his showers in the morning, no pesky brothers as roommates, not so crammed in an apartment that you can make as much noise as you like) but you kept insisting you meet at his, just because you felt a little lonely sometimes and it was fun hearing Sunwoo stay up on his video games, or just to have a little companionship knowing there’s people on the other side of the wall.

It was horrible for Juyeon.

He kept as much distance from you as he could, out of respect for Hyunjae, and also for you—ever since he heard you and Jaehyun together that night, he hadn’t been able to look you in the eyes. Or even in the face, because if he even stares for longer than a second, he gets the auditory replays of what he heard… and he starts to wonder what you looked like as you moaned.

See, this is why he’s trying to have respect. Because good guys don’t wonder that about girls, nevermind his brother’s girlfriend. Juyeon beat himself up internally whenever he started thinking about you that way, the dick-hooking-in-pants, unsteady-breathing, jittery way, so he decided to avoid you completely. And yet…

Yet he would have done anything for you to talk to him when you passed by in the kitchen, just a ‘hi’ could have got him so high, he would high-five himself under the table after a successful greeting.

He doesn’t want to call it a crush. That would be fucked up—plus, he thinks he only started to like you after he found out about you, that your father’s the one who built half the buildings in campus, that your parents rented you one of those rich people-penthouses for you to live alone—he started to romanticize your lifestyle, and thought about how it would be nice if you could take him away, from his little room the size of a closet.

Sunwoo let it slip to their mom that Hyunjae knows you—implying that there’s more involvement—and she went ballistic, in a way that made Juyeon feel bad for you. And Hyunjae and everyone involved.

“Well marry her!” their mom said immediately, at of the mention of your name. “I’ve seen her family on the cover of every magazine. Multiple times.”

Hyunjae brushed it off, shaking his head. “We’re not even that serious.”

“She’s not serious about you?” the mom scoffed. “Get her pregnant.”

“Mom! What the fuck?”

She turned to Sunwoo. “Well if he won’t do it then you—”

“I’m a bachelor!” Sunwoo groaned, grabbing his phone and dinner plate off the table. “I’ll eat in my room, thank you very much.”

Juyeon simply ate his food with the occasional clearing of his throat, to combat the awkward situation. Hyunjae is mortified that their mom would ever suggest something so vile, and unfitting for him. Blood boiling at the mere suggestion.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that mom wants what’s best for my two sons,” she finally apologized. “It would be nice if either of you could marry into a family like that…”

“There’s Juyeon,” Hyunjae finally said.

“Juy—” Mrs. Lee shook her head, sighing. “No, no… not Juyeon.” Meaning that he didn’t count, not as family and not as a son.

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“Which room is Juyeon’s, even?” you asked Hyunjae one day, on your third or fourth visit to the apartment. “I thought him and Sunwoo roomed together, but I just saw that Sunwoo's is a single.”

Hyunjae nodded to the little storage-closet-sized room behind the two bedrooms, and you gasp. “Someone can’t live in there!” You slapped his arm. “You’re kidding me.”

Hyunjae just laughs it off, not arguing with you, but later in the morning, when you got curious where Juyeon’s room was, you wandered into the tiny little room. As said, there was a real one-person room in there, even though the bed got in the way of the door and didn’t close properly, and the entire thing was so crammed.

It’s also dark, as there’s no window installed in there, so you flip the switch, just to see, curious. And when the lights turn on—you’re open-mouthed in realization.

Oh my god.

O h my god, oh my god oh my—

You reach for the patterned cotton sheets of the bed, feeling a shiver come over you. Then you look at the chair, although you don’t go so far into the room to touch it. The ring light behind the computer. The bed, the chair.

This is Juyo’s streaming room.

Juyeon’s streaming room.

Holy shit. You’re about to scream or just… combust, thinking about all the times you’d seen the sheets on the bed and imagined Juyo pinning you down on the mattress and dicking you down until you’re crying and begging for more, Juyo, just Juyo—his mouth on you, his pretty giant cock—

But it’s not Juyo, anymore. It’s Juyeon. The image of Juyeon set itself in your mind’s eye, a fitting piece of the puzzle to what he always cropped out. You feel a shiver coming over you, you were literally in Juyo’s lair.

“Hey… what are you doing here?” came Juyeon’s voice from behind you.

You turn around, and he’s standing there looking all confused, lips tight in a frown. You’d seen those lips a hundred times before, why didn’t you recognize him?!

“I–I—” You cleared your throat, trying to gain composition. “I just wanted to know what this room was!” Which was actually the truth. “Wow, it’s… smaller than I remember!”

Juyeon questions you with a lift of his eyebrows, and you backpedal:

“Than I thought it’d be, I mean.” You laughed, just to appease him. “But it’s a nice room, either way, I love what you've done with the… space.”

“Thanks…” Juyeon smiled. Fuck, he smiled. Half hearted and not meaning it, but it was bright nevertheless. You’re watching your camboy, in the flesh, right in front of you.

You’re gawking at him, all the videos you’ve seen of him teasing himself and touching his cock flashing past your eyes. Juyeon contains the awkwardness with a shrug. “So, did you need something—”

“I wanted to ask you!” you blurt out. You came across a horrible, nasty, this-just-might-work idea. Just in your head.

Juyeon nodded, signaling for you to go on.

“Do you want an internship at my dad’s company?” you ask. “I mean, I heard about what you’re studying, and I thought it’d be a good experience, for your resumè, and—” Juyeon’s look towards you was outlandish, like what is she saying? “We pay our interns! Good enough, higher than minimum wage–plus, it’d be easy, because… I’d be your boss.”

You realize that Juyeon’s look wasn’t because he was thinking you’re weird, but because he’s just so surprised you’d ask him that out of the blue. Juyeon gets easier to read with every furrowed brow and pursed lips. “You… you’re really offering me a job?”

You nodded, looking straight at his face, but you’re just examining every feature of his body, wondering why the hell you missed it. Juyeon is Juyo.

“Why me?” Juyeon was wondering.

“I just—you’re Hyunjae’s brother, and… you look… like you’d fit the job.”

Juyeon’s excited. He’d never thought he’d ever work with such a big company like yours, even though he’d daydreamed about it.

“Can I really?” he asked for confirmation, and you slowly brought your hand to grip his arm, trying to give it a squeeze for reassurance but also just wanting to touch him, your boy, you literally found him—your wildest dream—and you can’t even tell him, or anyone.

“Just tell me which hours you have free.”

Later that day, you drive back home, calling your father with the same fussy voice that wins him over all the time. “Daddy,” you whined into the phone. “I’m bringing this guy as an intern in. Can he start Tuesday?”

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His first day of work and he’s expecting himself to fuck up, but once he sees your face in the office, beyond the glass window that separates your private room, he relaxes a little. You told him it’d be okay—you’re the one he’s working for, after all.

It fills him with confidence, and he figured out being an intern was just what he did at home: chores, service to people that do nothing for him, being nice with a smile—but also with the job experience. There were also computer stuff and filing things that he slowly learnt, which he’s thankful for. Every time he learns something new, he thinks about you, working away at your desk in your office, a bright smile that always lights up for him. His little cheerleader, who didn’t even need say anything to get him so energetic.

He makes the coffee runs for the office with another intern, but mostly he’s the one that memorizes the orders. Soon he’s back in the elevator with the cups in his hands, and he’s most excited about giving it to you, reciting your coffee order in his head and thinking about the way you’ll smile when he presents it to you.

He comes into your office baring the cup in his hand, lips pursed so he doesn’t accidentally end up smiling. “Here’s your coffee.”

Like he expected, you smile, which affects him in strange ways, making his breath hitch in his chest. He almost wants to stay to watch you drink what he brought, but he quickly leaves, having learnt from his stepmom that once the job’s done he should stop bothering them.

You observe Juyeon from your desk, and he goes around the office making paper runs and helping out in inconveniences, but so cautiously… The whole point of having him working with you was that he would be close, you’d get to know him in real life, not the camboy persona.

But Juyeon exceeds your expectations—he’s better than his online personality, even, and you’re starstruck, because you can’t find a single thing you dislike about him.

“Juyeon?” You came out of your office to talk to him, alerting him with one hand over his shoulder. “Where’s your coffee?”

“I don’t…” he just toys with his hands. “I didn’t want to buy one.”

You know he mentions often in his streams that he’s saving up all the money from camming to move out, and you realize he didn’t want to waste a single cent of his internship money, either. You fish out a $20 note from your coat pocket, handing it to him. “Here. So you can spare more for your coffees.” But part of you knew he still wouldn’t spend it.

Juyeon is surprised that people at work actually like him. The superiors immediately take a liking to him, saying he ‘works better than half the permanently employed staff’. He gets bashful, but he just takes the compliments.

“Y/n found you, huh!” one of the executive managers say, as he approached you two, while you were teaching him the way of the office files. “You did find one outstanding young man, here, Y/n—this boy works hard!”

“Juyeon helps out so much at home,” you told the manager. “He’s always so helpful…”

“What a good boy!” The older man grinned, patting Juyeon on the back. “Keep this up, and we might employ you after the internship.”

“Really?” Juyeon beamed. He caught you in a side glance, and you looked… proud. Of him. He’d never felt like this before, to have someone be so nice and so kind to him, and be happy on his behalf… “Thank you,” he told you privately later, when the manager’s out of earshot.

“For what?” To be honest, it was killing you trying to pretend that you haven’t cum to him about a hundred times before, and also that you didn’t know what his orgasm face looked like. It’s impossible. But all those images didn’t show on your face, you simply returned Juyeon’s smiles innocently.

“For giving me a chance,” Juyeon explained. “It means so much to me, Y/n, no one… no one’s ever been this nice to me before.”

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Juyeon sighed into the oppressive air of his room as he pressed the button that makes him go live.

He wasn’t exactly in the mood for it, he’d rather be fucking his hand, thinking about you—but when he’s this pent up, it’s always a good idea to film. Except he doesn’t think he can stay long and talk a lot today, he just wants to stream, get it over with, cum, and be done.

People start rolling in, and he just watched, dead-eyed. Not even reading the chat. Mindlessly, he pulls himself out of his cotton pajama pants and boxers—not before he starts getting comments about how the pants make him look so boy-next-door—and checks his own cock out on the screen. “Hi,” he spoke, finally. Comments flashed by. “I… I need to cum, fast…” On the laptop screen, he watched as his hands wrapped around his dick, and contemplated on what to do next.

He could give his fans the same, teasing, in-control show. But right now all he wanted was to imagine being under you, having you ride him, tell him all the sweet things you usually do—except he would be feeling your pussy all around him… he just wanted to fuck his hand and pretend it’s you, then go to bed. That’s all that sounds good to him.

But before it gets so intense, he checks the chat.

Theclover: need ur fat cock daddy

Juyeon chuckled. “Oh, yeah, my big, fat cock… can you imagine it in your mouth? Is that what you want?” He threw his head back while touching himself, just to get himself harder. Thinking about you. First just about the way you smiled at him at the office, but secondly about the way you sounded when getting railed by Hyunjae. It’s sick. He’s imagining it’s him instead—as fucked up as that is. But it still got him super hard. “Do you want it choking you? If you can feel it in your throat—” He had to stop for a moment to grit his teeth, trying to shake the thoughts of you away. “I might want you too much, though. I might just fuck your throat… not letting you breathe… You’re not allowed to until you’ve swallowed all of my cum.”

The chat fills with requests to please fuck their throats and also breed them, and the tips rolled in one after one—which usually he’d thank, but he’s too preoccupied. The thought of you won’t leave.

Y/n smiled at me, he thought to himself as he kept stroking his cock. He can feel all the sparks in his neurons and the need to cum rising in him, more specifically to cum inside of you. Once again he imagined you riding him, he can perfectly imagine the roll of your hips on his cock, your moans which he easily took from mere hearing and transformed them to be for him, in his imagination—

“Y/n,” he moaned. It just slipped out of his mouth, and he tried to pass it off as an incoherent moan, but it had been your name, for sure.

And it gets him even more turned on, that he’s just so in the moment now, nothing stopping him. Your hips. Your hands. Touching him. Pretty little fingers, wrapping around his neck, restricting his breathing—although it was just a pretense, although you could never hurt him, you’re just so sweet.

“Y/n, fuck,” he says breathily. “Fuck, fuck—you’re so—so nice to me—you’re just—fuck, princess…” He’s sure they heard that, that he must be thinking about someone specific, and soon enough the comments want to know who.

Juyoxme: what name did he just say? O.o

Jumpinthelove: Juyo has a crushhhhh

He can’t pay attention to any of the comments, too caught up in the moment. In the habit of edging himself, he won’t let him cum, not until he has a vivid image of you. He imagines your body again, your breasts, how his two hands could just wrap around your little neck, how he would leave clawmarks on your skin, no matter how much he hated ruining something as perfect as you.

But finally when he cums, it’s to the image of you smiling, the real one in his memory. He hissed a curse. “Tell me how much you want it, you want my cum—ah, fuck…”

When he opens his eyes in clarity, the chat is going wild. He doesn’t even want to know what they’re saying, he just wants to go to bed. So he reaches over and tries to shut the live. “I think I gotta go, bye—”

“You want me to stay?” Juyeon says with a pout. “I can’t… I’m tired. I just… I just want to sleep. You guys can pretend I’m cuddling you, if you want.” he pulled one of the longer pillows he had, and hugged it to his chest, patting it like he was patting someone’s back. “Like this,” he says softly. “Imagine I’m cuddling you, okay?”

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You breathed slowly, trying not to let your breath hitch, as if Juyeon could see you from inside your screen. You’re watching the stream from your living room, just out of habit because you never miss his Friday night streams–but you couldn’t get off to it, now that you knew the person behind the screen…

But now you’re watching the replay of the stream as you tried to collect yourself.

That was definitely your name he said. No one would be able to recognize it over the breathiness and the way he turned it into a full moan, but you did. You check the chat, and they get close to figuring out the name, figuring out what he said, but none of them really know the full extent of it.

The full extent to how he wants you.

So… your camboy crush wants you. And you know who he is. How do you tell him you want him back?

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Tuesday, and Juyeon’s at work earlier than you. You feel the need to kick yourself when you walk past him without smiling, but hope that he just brushed it off and assume you were too preoccupied, not thinking there’s something wrong with him. You don’t even know what to say, because you want him, fuck, you wanted him, and he wants you too so why were you waiting?

Juyeon delivers the office’s coffees diligently, and you calculate your moves, shutting the blinds of the window to your room as soon as he’s in sight. Then, you wait as he makes his rounds around the office.

Your heart is beating out of your chest. You press a nail against your palm, trying to hold everything you’re feeling in, and there he is, past the door, shutting it behind him: “here’s yours, y/n!”

He can’t meet your eyes, which is typical for someone who’s literally been masturbating to you. You grab the coffee and ask him to stay, and in the lack of light from the closed window, he seemed a little lost. “Uh, why…”

You set the coffee down on the table. He’s sitting on the chair opposite your desk, and as you walk closer and closer towards him, he rolls the chair backwards, until he’s sandwiched between you and the wall.

He just stares up at you with wide eyes, and you can tell what he’s thinking: can people smell when you’ve masturbated to them?

“Juyeon,” you called.

“Y—” You kissed him. As soon as he realizes what’s happening, he pulls away, standing up. He pushes you away by grabbing your shoulders, simply resituating you far away from him. “What are you doing?” he demanded, as if he didn’t want you just as much.

Whatever you say you’re going to embarrass yourself, so you tell the truth: “I wanna fuck you.” Which is just the tip of the iceberg of truth, but…

“I just thought—” Juyeon stuttered out, “Hyunjae-hyung…?”

“I thought he told you,” you say, “we’re not serious.”

“He did, but… but it’s just—not right. I’m his brother. I can’t steal—”

“I’m not an object to be stolen,” you object.

He gathers himself, racking his brains for excuses. “Y/n, I just… I just…”

You’re confused, if he doesn’t want you why did he fuck himself saying your name all over the internet? And if he’s literally fucking himself to you then why doesn’t he want you the way you want him? “Juyeon,” you say, “You really don’t want to fuck me?”

He faltered. But he finally meets your eyes, with a new kind of determination in them. “No,” he says. “No, you’re—you’re so nice to me, and I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness—”

“You do realize in this scenario, I’m the one taking advantage of you?”

“Listen, Y/n, there’s… things you don’t know about me,” he finally admits, vaguely alluding to the facts. “There’s things I’m not proud of. I don’t like so many things about myself, it’s so complicated, and we just—we can’t. I don’t want another thing I’m not proud of.”

He wouldn’t be proud of fucking you? You sigh, clicking the button that raises the blinds, and push him away with one finger, and he falls through your gentle push like he’s crumbling. “I’m sorry,” he says finally.

You look at him with hooded eyes. “For what? I’m the one that’s sorry, I basically harassed you—”

“I don’t see it that way–it’s fine. I knew you from before working here, anyway.” He offered you a sheepish smile. “Can we just keep being friends? Like you and Hyunjae-hyung—I mean, like, without the…” he trailed off, then cleared his throat. He craned his neck over the glass window, looking at the rest of the office. “Um, they might need me.” And you watched him disappear into the crowd of the people in the office, going to lunch time in the cafeteria.

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You don’t realize that he’s actually ashamed of what he does, or at least seems to be, until it’s the next Friday night and it’s time to stream again. Juyeon was proud of his channel, yes, but at the same time when it came to someone he found to be so perfect like you… he couldn’t admit it, or imagine himself with you—his lifestyle was just fucked.

So you watch his stream with a certain melancholia, just to see what he’s up to—it’s a habit to tune into his channel every Friday, even if you weren’t in the mood to masturbate.

“Hi guys… oh, ‘daddy’? Straight away? Am I daddy tonight?” Tonight he’s lighthearted and sweet—he’s been having a good streak at work, everyone loves him, he’s actually proud of himself. “Let’s talk for a bit while we wait for the others.”

The chat fills in with comment after comment talking about different things. Juyeon tries to reply to most of it.

“‘Juyo I’m lonely,’” he read from the comments, “aww, I get lonely sometimes, too—I miss my parents. But I don’t know, learning to live alone is just…” He made a ‘pop’ sound with his tongue. “You learn to live… ‘what else does that tongue do’? Well…”

Suddenly the chat is talking about his last stream, about the crush he fucked himself to. Juyeon gets shy as he reads the comments. At first he tries to deny it, but later he slips into telling the truth. “Ehhh, what are you talking about? I don’t have a crush!” turns into “I just like them so much because they’re so sweet to me…”

Comment after comment filled up asking about the crush, and he’s trying to avoid it all… but you suddenly get another nasty idea. A question. And you knew you had to make sure he sees it, so you tap at the tipping bar. And suddenly your name is flashing on screen.

Juy0sprincess [tipped $20]: what if that crush found out about your channel?

Juy0sprincess [tipped $30]: what would you feel?

Juyeon’s expression turned sour. “Of course, I don’t even want to think about that! They’re just so… kind, and beautiful and…” he sighed, looking the camera in the eye of its lens, and it’s like he’s looking straight into your own. “They would never understand why I do something like this.”

Leaving the stream running on your laptop, you grabbed your phone and drafted texts to Juyeon.

Hey Ju it’s Y/n

Um, actually can we talk

I have something to say

You delete everything once you’re about a good half into the sentence, never knowing what the right thing to say to him was. You didn’t want to embarrass him with the revelation that you knew what he did. There was no natural way to break it, you concluded, and decided to not mention it to him, at least for now.

And yet, your hands itched just wanting to text him. Wanting to build something between the two of you, more than friends, more than what you had with Hyunjae—you didn’t find what Juyeon did shameful or bad at all. You never saw him that way; instead… you saw him as a friend, even before you knew him—he was the only person that gave your lonely life a little light.

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The side of Sunwoo’s heel met the ball, and it flew overhead, over the blockages and into the net. There were cheers from his teammates around him, but his attention immediately landed on the girls watching him from the bleachers. “Taking five, guys,” he told them, as he jogged over to the girls.

Sunwoo knew them well enough—well, he knew their names. Each of the names. Just didn’t know which name was whose. So he sits with the girls, sweating—usually they come prepared, with Starbucks in their laps, and offer it to him, but today, they’re giggling over their phones. Sunwoo doesn’t even pay attention until they call him.

“Sunwooooo. This is that stepbrother of yours, isn’t it?”

His eyes snapped to the screen, where the smut hadn’t started—it was just a video of a guy, camera panning just up to his lips, but it was obvious what kind of site it was, and what he was going to do.

“He jerks off into a camera,” says another girl, “for money. It’s—it’s him, isn’t it, Sunwoo?”

“I thought I recognized his voice,” says the third girl of the group.

Speechless, Sunwoo takes the phone from them, examining the visuals of the camboy. Normally he wouldn’t even be able to tell, but…

Those lips, that pout. The dark shrouded room, but he knew it well enough to match it to the one back home. It’s obviously Juyeon.

But he denies it. “Don’t think it is,” he snapped. “Just don’t go around sharing it everywhere—you have no proof.” He ran back into the field, desperate to escape the scrutiny and the stares. But once he’s back on the training ground, he misses all the shots he takes.

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Hyunjae’s not home. The house is completely silent, but Sunwoo knows Juyeon didn’t have his internship on Fridays, and although his room was quiet, it was only because of all the soundproofing.

Sick bastard, he snarled to himself. He should have known from the urgent need to soundproof—since when had his brother been doing this?

He barged into the room, where Juyeon was just lying on the bed on his phone. “Getting yourself off?!” he says demandingly, and Juyeon looks up, surprised. “What–”

“You’re making yourself a career camming,” Sunwoo accused. “Don’t fucking say no—I saw your room, idiot!”

“No, it’s—” Juyeon stumbled around on his words, panic setting all over his head. “It’s a misunderstanding,” he insisted.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is, that I have to play in front of everyone in a stadium and half of them know what my brother is?” Sunwoo sneered at his face, and Juyeon crumbled underneath the boy’s stern eyes.

“I—” he starts to speak. “I’m sorry.” He did try his best to not show his face, not let it leak—it affected him more than anybody else, of course he didn’t want it.

Sunwoo sighed. “This is fucked.”

Juyeon quickly pulled out his phone and checked the website, where he saw a few comments, doxxing him: that’s Lee Juyeon, he goes to SNU. He immediately deleted the comment off the site, but didn’t know how to handle more.

“What are you going to do if mom finds out?” Sunwoo probed. “Or Hyunjae.”

“They can’t!” Juyeon suddenly grew desperate to get out of this situation. If only he could turn back time and stop people from finding him…

“How much do you make?” Sunwoo started to ask, which Juyeon didn’t hear.

Sunwoo sighed, as if trying to be patient. Then, he says: “give me some of your money.”

Juyeon suddenly turned to his youngest brother. “What?!”

“You make a shit ton camming, don’t you? I’ve watched enough girls to know you do.”

“I don’t—” Juyeon stuttered, but no sound came out.

“Just give me a share,” Sunwoo demanded. “Or mom and Hyunjae finds out, I swear.”

Juyeon felt defeated, but he slowly reached for his wallet, where he had taken out a good amount of his balance, just for him to spend for the month. “Is… 400 okay?”

Sunwoo laughed. “More than okay! You got more, though?”

Juyeon showed him the emptiness of the bottom of his wallet, but Sunwoo was unsatisfied. “You gotta have more. What is it, online banking? Show my cashapp some love.”

“Sun—”

“I’ll tell mom,” Sunwoo says, a threat this time. “Can you imagine if she found out? She’d disown you. Kick you out of this apartment. Where would you go then, Cinderella boy?”

Juyeon just looked forlornly at the balance of his online bank, and Sunwoo snatched the phone from the older boy himself, and transferred it away into his own.

Juyeon tried to protest, but couldn’t fathom anything coherent. He was fucked this way, anyway.

“Tell me when you stream again,” Sunwoo says as he snaps Juyeon’s phone shut. “I want a share, too.” Then he was out the door, which Juyeon didn’t notice until he heard the slam of it.

He just sat on his bed for a long time, stuck between a rock and a hard place. He didn’t know what to do for the rest of his streaming career. He couldn’t just keep giving everything he makes to Sunwoo.

But if people found out, he would lose his job working for you, and that would hurt the most—disappointing you and losing you, not getting to see you weekly…

Fishing in his pockets, Juyeon found the money you had given him for coffee. He didn’t buy one when you offered it to him, because he wanted to keep the bill. And frame it. No one’s ever been so nice to him before…

He lay on his bed, the note in his palm, and reached out to cup it in his hands every now and then, to remind himself that there was still some good in the world. With Sunwoo taking his money, he was furthest away from his dream of moving out than ever. Before he knew it, he was crying. He hated feeling not good enough for you, he hated that he was so vulnerable, never having the upper hand, always having to listen to what other people demanded of him, like he didn’t even have a mind of his own.

Juyeon pulls out his phone a second time, and, in lightning-fast clicks, deletes his channel, quickly typing in his password to confirm. And then he was out.

Juyo wasn’t there anymore.

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Tell me what you want to see in part 2 maybe? <33333 thanks for reading I thank you from the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the bottom. Of my. liver.

#the boyz imagines #the boyz x reader #tbz fic #tbz imagines #juyeon x reader #juyeon smut #juyeon imagines #juyeon scenarios #juyeon angst

[kenny-the-ken]

Hello 👋 if you can can you make a smut or fluff of Kenny x immortal!reader?

Like the reader dies and then comes back the next day but Kenny remembers that they died the day before. Then reader spills the beans about being immortal then they bond over it or something idfk it was an idea I had yesterday after reading some smutshots lol

Also no worries if you don't want do do this request

Lots of love -☆♡anon

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! I wrote this listening to Lana Del Rey 😭 I'm so so sorry it took me so long to answer your request lovely!! I hope you enjoy it!! Lots of love to you too anon 💖 Warnings: character deaths, swearing, talks of death/suicide.

How had this happened? Kenny's head was spinning, his blood soaked hands cupping your face, his head bowed, his eyes bloodshot, and filled with tears that fell steadily, rolling down his cheek and dripping onto your now motionless face. Everything was taken from him, in the blink of an eye you were gone, and there was nothing he could do to save you, you were gone, and Kenny knew you weren't coming back.

You weren't like him, you couldn't die one day and come back the next, and as the ambulance began to move your body from the sight of the car crash, Kenny fell to his knees, his friends trying their best to hold him up, all of their faces stained with tears. But Kenny's pain was like nothing he'd ever felt before, his heart was broken into a million little shards the moment he seen the car connect with your body. You stood no chance, and Kenny held your hands as you took your very last breath, and it felt like he hadn't been able to breathe properly since.

His friends tried to take him home, tried to get him to calm down, to stop crying, stop hyperventilating, but he just couldn't, the only voice he wanted to hear was yours, and he would never hear you call his name again. Kenny was in love with you, you'd been inseparable for as long as he could remember, you were one of the guys, a part of their group, and it felt wrong, the four of them sitting at Stark's Pond without you. Kenny stood, watching the gentle ripple of the water, staring back at his reflection, his mind focused on nothing but memories of you.

Kenny remember the first kiss you both shared, on the bench that his friends now sat, hand in hand, sharing their fond memories of your life, the antics you all used to get up to together as kids, your hopes, your dreams, but Kenny stood silent, his mind too clouded with grief to even comprehend what they were saying. It was as if everything moved in slow motion, before finally he wiped the welling tears out of his eyes, turning to look at the three boys that had been his lifelong friends.

"I- I think I'm just gonna go be by myself for a bit. I need to think." Kenny managed out, his tears rolling down his cheeks once more, his sleeve rubbing his nose as he sniffled, pulling the strings of his orange hoodie to cover more of his face, and Eric, Kyle and Stan nodded sadly.

"Call us if you need us, Kenny." Stan spoke, the other guys nodding in agreement, as he turned on his worn out shoe heels and walked towards your home. And he stood there, just gazing at your bedroom window, his tears stinging his eyes, trying his best to get himself together, before knocking on the door, and there was no answer, just as he suspected.

With a long sigh he headed towards his own home, swinging the door open, the noise of his parents usual fighting echoing in the background, of his rather preoccupied mind, and when he passed them to head upstairs, they stopped shouting, looking at their son with concern.

"Ken, what's wrong?" His mother Carol spoke in a soft tone, one that Kenny wasn't used to, but she knew there was something wrong with him, the fighting could wait.

"I-It's y/n she... she..." Kenny tried, the lump in his throat becoming too much as his mother embraced him, although Kenny was now taller than her, she was still his mom, and she did care, contrary to popular belief.

"She's what baby? Did something happen?" She asked, and Kenny simply nodded, as she looked up towards her husband, who stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do or say.

"Is she hurt, baby?" And Kenny nodded harder, his tears falling quicker, knees giving way as he dropped to the dirty floor beneath him, his hands covering his face, and he sobbed, he sobbed like he never had before, struggling to catch his breath.

"She's dead." Was all he could muster, before his sobs broke through again, and his mum and dad helped him to his feet, bringing him to his bedroom and sat him on his bed.

"You'll be okay, Ken. I promise everything will be okay." Carol whispered, trying her best to calm her son, and Kenny shook his head, his jumper wet from his tears.

"Nothing will ever be okay, mom! I fucking love her!" Kenny shouted, his mothers arms embracing him once more, shushing him as he cried his heart out, she'd never seen Kenny like this about anyone. It was common knowledge that you both were dating, but no one ever realised how deeply in love you both were, you were both 18, and everything had been perfect, up till that fateful day.

Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days, but finally the morning had came, and Kenny had sobbed himself to sleep, his alarm clock ringing was what woke him, and when he rubbed his eyes and sat up, he felt his heart begin to ache again, he'd only just arose and already he wanted the day to be over. That was until he heard a loud knocking on the front door.

Kenny heard Karen and a familiar, yet muffled voice talking to one another, before the door closed, and he heard footsteps approach his closed bedroom door, and with a knock, Karen swung the door open, a bright smile on her face, as if she remembered nothing from yesterday.

"Kenny! You have a visitor!" She sung, a smile wide across her face, and Kenny's eyebrow quirked, sniffling slightly, trying his best to stop his tears from falling.

"Karen I- I don't really wanna see anyone right now." Kenny replied, his head hung low, and then he heard it, the voice he'd been longing to hear.

"Not even me?" It was you, you were alive, not a scratch on your perfect skin, his head shooting up before he ran to you, pulling you into a tight hug, his tears falling from his beautiful oceanic eyes, and you ran your hands through his fluffy blonde hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Kenny swore this was a dream, this was all his mind playing cruel tricks on him, and soon he'd awaken, and you'd still be gone, no longer in his arms, and he held on tighter to your jumper, his body shaking.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream?" Kenny whispered into the crook of your neck, smelling your familiar perfume, cigarettes and weed, and you cupped his face with your hands, like he did with yours when you were dead.

"I promise this is real, baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, I swear." You whispered softly into your sobbing partners ear, and he gazed up at you, his lips meeting your own, your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist, and he couldn't believe that you were here, in his arms, kissing him back like you always had, and as you both pulled away, your eyes meeting, Kenny took your hand and pulled you further into his room, the door closing behind you both.

"So you remembered?" You asked, and Kenny just pulled you on to his lap once he'd sat on his bed, his arms going round your waist, fluttering soft whispers of kisses against your face, and he leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes still bloodshot from the hours of crying.

"Of course I remembered!! Just like you remembered with me. I really thought I'd lost you... I thought I'd never have the chance to hold you this way again and I-I..." Kenny trailed off, his eyes welling with tears once more.

"I guess it just made me think, how special you really are, how much I really need you to survive... I even thought about killing myself to join you, cause I swear I'd do it everyday if it meant we could meet in heaven together, and I'd be able to hold you like this again, if even for a little while. I really am in love with you." Kenny whispered, his eyes welling once more, and yours did too, before connecting both your lips together once more, yours hands lost in his soft hair, and Kenny smiled against your lips, tightening his grip on you.

"Although, what I'm about to do to you, we'd definitely be sent to hell for." He said with a smirk, flipping you on to your back as he hovered over you.

"I love you too, Ken. And don't worry, no matter where either of us go when we die, we'll always find our way back to each other."

And with that, your night began, and it was bound to be a long one.

#kenny mccormick #kenny south park #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh #eric cartman #kyle south park #kyle brovlofski #kenny mccormick smut #stan south park #south park #south park fandom #sp kenny #kenny sp #south park fanfiction #fanfic

[charlotteoccasionally]

i’ve read over 100 ky//man fics, here are ones i like ❤️

(WARNING: KY/MAN, OOC, OPINIONS, CRINGE - not the authors, me for spending so much time reading)

To Be Wanted by Verimakea - my most recent fave, i love it smmmmm. it’s a historical western au. kyle is a bounty hunter, cartman is a criminal, they get snowed in and shit progresses. it’s too freaking good. // 56,400 6/6 chapters

Abraham’s Son by Satine89 - this has been a WIP since 2014 but recently updated and OP said they’re planning on finishing by this year so for sure it is a worthwhile read. hunger games au, kyle is a capitol traitor banished to district 12, eric is the 47th games’ victor. kyle and bebe get chosen as this year’s tributes and have to deal with the fear of dying and trying to continue the fight started by eric the year prior. a lot of sad shit happens but it is goooood. very much recommend. // 57,158 23/28 chapters

something about the chase by grossalien- drag cartman au. i LOVE drag cartman. // 11,299, two oneshots

the “Im with stupid” series by numbknee - established kyman relationship. kyle and cartman have only just gotten together and try to navigate their new relationship and the shit that comes with it (plus the crazy way they got together in the first place 😭). it’s just cute and i like it. // four oneshots, 46,099

kyle isn’t anything by suzie_tempest - end of high school romance au. kyle is discovering himself and what he wants right before graduation. cartman plays a big role in that self discovery. it’s rlly cute i like it. // 89,801 12/14 chapters

be still my (virtual) heart by mewtwos - college au. this is for the losers out there who agree with me that the main 4 are losers too and need to be portrayed as such more often in fan works 🙌 kyle is a little rich boy at college who’s completely normal except for the fact that he’s in a parasocial relationship with a v-tuber named erica chan (you’ll never guess who it is 😳) . he’s gotta work on a school project with cartman. the sexting between erica chan and kyle is excruciating and that’s what makes it so good. i love this one and hope it gets more updates in the future cus it’s so funny. // 18,802, 4/? chapters

it was destiny anyways by galaxy_friday17 - i am not a big fantasy person and not into lore heavy fics but this one was rlly frickin good 🥳 was i confused half the time? yes, but it’s my fault cus i’m the type who skims through long paragraphs if there’s no romance 😭 it’s a stick of truth au, angsty as hell with multiple time skips. i recommend // 53,847 19/19 chapters

It could be wrong, could be wrong (But it should've been right) by grossalien - this follows tweek and craig’s povs but it is a kyman fic. basically tweek and craig accidentally become the last straw that ruined kyle and cartman’s first date and cartman haruhi suzumiya’s himself and everyone around him into a time loop until the date goes well. only tweek and craig are aware of the loop and are forced to make the date go well if they want to leave the time loop. it’s rlly good and rlly funny. // 19,843, 6/6 chapters

in a mirror, festively by synapticfirefly- this is a basic rec in the fandom but it rlly is just too good. it’s the perfect mix of funny and smut and genuinely heartfelt with a surprising emphasis on facebook relationship status(?) 😭 it’s a mirrorverse au where cartman is a little bitch who just wants to do his holiday charities and everyone around him is absolutely batshit evil, esp kyle who just wants him to come to his hanukkah party. // 36,337, 10/10 chapters

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i have more but i don’t wanna do this anymore ❤️

#kai man #south park kyman #sp #kyman #kyle x cartman #eric cartman is my regrettable fave #the at this point millions of words that i’ve read have rotted my brain

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I dare you to fuck Shotaro - O.ST

Pairing: Osaki Shotaro x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 6066 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, smut, strangers to friends to enemies (meh) to lovers, fuckboy!Shotaro

Other idols: Lee Donghyuck / Haechan (bc it wouldn’t be a ybbp fic without him), Chou Tzuyu (Twice), Wang Yiren (Everglow), Han Jisung / Han (Stray Kids), Ju Haknyeon and Son Youngjae / Eric (The Boyz)

Warnings: mentioned past Haechan x reader, truth or dare, being dared to fuck (??), oral, fingering, rimming and slight anal play (f receiving), sex toys, praise, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap the willy, silly)

Summary: Osaki Shotaro. A man, a reputation. Don't let his adorable exterior fool you, that boy is freaky. Shotaro is widely known to be fuckboy number one, always a line of guys and girls waiting to get a taste of his performance. He might have a baby-like face, but his shenanigans in the sheets are everything but.

Would it be possible that this particular boy can help you with your little problem of not being able to cum?

(Spoiler: Donghyuck thinks: yes!)

You have a secret. Well, it's not really a secret anymore since the last party you attended, a game of truth or dare forcing you to reveal it to the public, but it's pretty personal.

Honestly, you've struggled with this for some time now. It had not only cost you your nerves, but also several relationships and hook-ups that could have been great, but turned out to be, over and over again, nothing but disappointing.

The problem is surely not with you, since you can get yourself off just fine with a bit of work and patience, but with them. The thing is: no one's ever made you cum, and gradually you begin to believe that no one ever will.

I mean, yeah, they'd gotten an 'almost' or an 'just a little more' or a few clenches out of you, but never the real thing. Of course, you're aware that this is not the end of the world, this is not that huge of a problem, but you can't help but to fantasize how it would be if someone finally made you cum. You'd probably fall in love with them immediately.

You believe that this has something to do with how long you've been trying for, like you're putting yourself under pressure at this point, thinking about nothing else but 'are they going to make me cum' while they're at it, you're not even relishing in the feeling of being with someone anymore. It's just always in the back of your head, and it pains you.

Maybe you should've accepted it by now. Maybe you should've just given up at this point, but there's this tiny little sparkle of hope that someday your knight in shining amour will come and save you from your misery.

Another weekend, another party, another game of truth or dare. You're sitting around in a circle with some of your friends, and some people that are not particularly your friends, but you've seen them around before.

Yiren, your closest friend ever since you started college, sits next to you. It's her turn to chose between truth or dare right now, and she's nervously picking at her fingernails.

Is this an overreaction? No. Because the person at the other end of the question or dare is going to be no other than Lee Donghyuck, and he is globally known to put people in the meanest situations. He's actually the one to hold accountable for the slip of your not-being-able-to-make-cum-problem.

"Truth?" Yiren finally decides on, hoping that Donghyuck will have mercy on her, but an evil grin begins to spread over his face. Even over the loud music blasting from downstairs, you can hear Yiren gulp.

"Who in this room would you fuck?"

Yiren presses her lips together. You know her all too well, noticing this specific look in her eyes as she's trying to come up with a clever reply. "Definitely not you, you ass."

"Okay, ouch, but that was not the question," Donghyuck reminds her and she rolls her eyes in annoyance, scanning over the group of people scattered around.

"I don't want to shag any of you fuckers," Yiren whines as her eyes come back to rest on Donghyuck who has a smug look on his face.

"You know what happens if you don't answer, right?" He asks, though he already knows the answer, and he knows that by setting up the rule that everyone who doesn't do a dare or answer a truth has to jump into the pool butt naked, he's already won the game.

"Fuck you, Hyuck," Yiren snarls, squinting her eyes at the mean little gremlin across from her, "Alright, if I had to let anyone of you stick his dick inside me, it would probably be Eric."

Loud noises appear, a wide variety of clapping, shouting, cursing and laughing is being displayed to your ears, and you can't help but to grin yourself. Eric looks more than proud, as if he's about to get up and ask Yiren out after what she'd said.

"But only because it'd be over quickly because he cums so fast," Yiren adds and grins, and Eric's smug facial expression falls from his face and drops onto the floor. Hell breaks lose around you as Eric gets teased and people applaud.

Once the noise dies down, Haknyeon speaks up, "I actually thought she'd say Shotaro, not gonna lie."

All eyes fall onto said man who grins cutely and takes a sip from his cup.

Osaki Shotaro. A man, a reputation. Don't let his adorable exterior fool you, that boy is freaky. Shotaro is widely known to be fuckboy number one, always a line of guys and girls waiting to get a taste of his performance. He's a dancer, so you can imagine what those hips can do. He might have a baby-like face, but his shenanigans in the sheets are everything but.

"Why him?" Han Jisung pipes up, and seems to be speaking everyone's mind.

"Haven't you heard the rumors?" Haknyeon looks around but is only met with bewildered stares or shaking heads. "He's a pussy magnet."

You can't help but fake a gagging noise at the expression, earning a few chuckles and a loud humored squeal from Yiren who smacks your thigh, making you grin.

"Is it true that you made a girl cum within 30 seconds?" It sounds from Eric, a little timid as he creates direct eye-contact with Shotaro. Apparently, he's heard about the rumors too?

Shotaro blushes a little, and the way he lowers his head and just begins grinning to himself speaks louder than any words could ever. Though, his introverted, almost shy persona makes you question the truth behind the statement. Shotaro just doesn't seem like the fuckboy everyone makes of him.

"You freaky bastard!" Donghyuck laughs as he hits Shotaro's shoulder. "Come on, spill the tea."

Shotaro sits up a little, looking around the circle. All eyes are on him once again, and he clears his throat nervously.

"It is true."

"Damn," Haknyeon brings out and people begin nodding.

"I mean, it's not that hard, really. You just have to know a woman's body and listen to her reactions. Oh, and foreplay," Shotaro explains, and his confidence grows visibly with every word as he receives impressed looks.

"It was fun hearing about your sex life, Taro, but could we continue? I don't want to be the only person embarrassed right now," Yiren pipes up and Shotaro nods, leaning back against the couch behind him. Donghyuck is reluctant though, he seems quite interested in Shotaro's words.

"Hyuck, don't embarrass yourself even further. Just say you can't make a girl cum and move on! You can ask Shotaro later for tips." You roll your eyes playfully.

The others of the group did not have to know, but you and Donghyuck go way back. Well, not really, just a few months, and you actually hooked up once. It wasn't bad, of course, how could it with how beautiful Donghyuck is, but, well, you didn't cum. And that kind of frustrated him, so you didn't do it again.

After a few weeks of not speaking to each other, you talked it out, finally, and decided to just stay friends after all.

"Shut up," Donghyuck growls, you know that's a sore point with him, "Wasn't it you who can't cum at all?"

"Touché," you mumble, readjusting your position on the carpet by pulling your knees up further to your chest.

"It's your turn, actually," Donghyuck says and you immediately regret the snarly remark you had thrown at him, "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to fuck Shotaro."

Silence.

Donghyuck grins, feeling like he's won. "Hey," – he puts his hands up defensively – "I'm doing you a favor here."

"Donghyuck you can't make people fuck as a dare." Tzuyu pipes up for the first time tonight, being the eldest and therefore the voice of reason of the group, Donghyuck immediately closes his mouth.

"Facts," Haknyeon supports and you grin proudly. Though, the thought of fucking Shotaro does not leave your head as quickly as you thought.

The lawn behind the library of your university is of perfect use for a calm get together with your friend group. To your surprise, it's the same constellation as at the party the other night, and you end up sitting right next to Shotaro.

Whether you wanted it or not, said man has not left your brain for the past days since the party. You can't help but wonder if he actually could get you off. And at the same time, you can't say he's unattractive and doesn't spike your interest in more than one way, without lying.

Shotaro had always been cute in your eyes. Not only cute, but really attractive, especially as you saw him at one of his dance performances once. Even so, you had never made a move on him, it just never came up. You realize that right now would be the perfect opportunity.

How does one start a conversation, though?

"Oh, look who's sitting together." Donghyuck grins as he eyes the both of you. You glare at him, and Shotaro turns a little red.

That's how you start a conversation, you guess.

"I'm so sorry," you apologize to Shotaro next to you, but he smiles.

"It's okay."

Shotaro looks so cute up close, you find as you take in his face, cute eye smile full on display, just as his adorable bunny teeth. He's so cute, there's no way he fucks like he's rumored to.

"Do you want to go out sometime?" Shotaro suddenly asks and you're honestly a little taken aback by his straightforwardness. You scan over his face for any sign of this being some kind of prank, but you find none.

"Sure," you say, a smile spreading over your cheeks as you take Shotaro's phone from his hands as he gives it to you, putting in your number. Somewhere behind you, you hear someone inhale. "Donghyuck, I swear to God, one comment and I'm telling everyone about your tiny dick."

You knows that's a lie, but it's fun getting him angry.

"You know I can prove you wrong right now!"

A loud protest erupts from the group as Donghyuck gets up and begins opening his belt.

Days go by, and you and Shotaro meet up several times, but never alone. You don't talk much, but a little, and you quite enjoy his presence. You text much, though, everyday. You've not dared to push it into a suggestive direction yet.

Last time you saw each other, though, Shotaro had seemed different, a little drunker than usual, and extremely clingy, not that you mind, per se. Though, the comments he gave off were pretty unusual.

"Remember that night of the truth or dare game?" He had whispered in your ear. "You know I could help you out right? I'm great in bed, you know the stories. I could make you cum."

And as much as you hate to say this, because all of it was probably true and turned you on, you hate the way he said it to you like this. It made you want him even more, yes, but it was so out of character for him that you wonder whether you even know him or not.

His smugness doesn't fade after that evening, and he keeps throwing comments like these and you hate it, you really hate him for it. You hate his confidence, for some reason, and the way he keeps rubbing it under your nose.

It's like something flipped the switch in him, making him all cocky and unbearable. You just want your cute Shotaro back, who might be a fuckboy, but doesn't show his smug confidence that he has every right to have. It pains you, but you find yourself spending less time with him, texting back less frequently and avoiding him when you see him in the hallways, quickly turning around and rushing in the other direction with fast steps.

You don't know if he notices, but he doesn't show it. You really wonder what's gotten into him to make him act like that. Maybe this is just his usual self, and he's fooled you before. Maybe he's not cute, not ever, maybe he is just a douchebag.

The worst thing about this: you still want him.

Sometimes, you wonder how Donghyuck does it. One moment, you arrive at the party, ready to get drunk and dance with your friends, the next you're back upstairs in that stinky room that smells like cheap beer and weed, only to sit on the dirty carpet playing truth or dare once again.

The tension in the air thickens as soon as you notice Shotaro squeezing through the door and sitting down on the floor across from you. You gulp, averting your gaze, but you find yourself repeatedly eyeing him every few seconds. He looks great with his oversized clothing, and you're sure that he sports some serious muscle underneath the layers of fabric.

Shotaro seems to have noticed your presence as well, eyes roaming over your figure wrapped in a short skirt and a wide shirt, similar to his. You can practically feel him undressing you with his eyes, and though you're still kind of upset with him, you can't deny the tingling heat of lust rushing through your veins.

It annoys you.

"Guys," Donghyuck claps his hands together, making you jump, "today's alternative for the game is", he pulls a little bowl from behind his back, showing the folded pieces of paper inside to the crowd, "pick one and follow the instructions."

The moderate level of drunkness of the group causes everyone to just nod along, agreeing to the new rule since that means none of them have to get much more creative with trying to come up with a punishment. In addition to that, Tzuyu is currently not around, and if it's not her then there's no stopping Donghyuck.

The game starts and you wonder how it's still interesting after having played so many times before, you're honestly surprised that there's still some information about the other players that you weren't aware of.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

It's Shotaro's voice and you look up at him immediately, earning an evil grin from Donghyuck that you – lucky for him – do not notice.

"Who do you have a crush on?" Eric asks him, and even though the question is rather innocent compared to some others, Shotaro goes silent. About a minute passes by, and Shotaro seems to be deeply in thought about his next words.

"Pass," he finally settles on, and you could swear that his eyes flicker over at you for a second. A series of gasps erupt from the crowd and Donghyuck is quick to jump onto his feet, holding the bowl with the pieces of paper right under Shotaro's nose with a grin.

Shotaro presses his lips together, but still reaches in to pull a piece out. Everyone's holding their breath as he unfolds it slowly, snorting as he reads what's written on the paper.

"What?"

"What is it?"

Grinning in disbelief, Shotaro turns the piece of paper around to show everyone the writing on the inside. You close your eyes in annoyance, breathing out heavily through your nose to keep yourself from jumping Donghyuck and ripping his throat out.

Do what Donghyuck says.

That guy's got nerves.

Donghyuck claps his hands together, then begins rubbing his palms against each other like a fly. "Alrighty, what should I do with you."

"Hyuck, you're such a pain in the ass, I swear to God," you can't hold the words back that tumble out of your mouth, unfiltered.

A big, bad mistake, you realize just seconds later.

"Ah, if this isn't Miss Dry-Pussy."

"It's not dry, and you know it. I can get plenty wet, it's just hard for me to cum!" You protest, sending Donghyuck a salty look all while missing the way Shotaro's eye bulge out of their sockets for a brief second at your statement.

"Well if you have so much to say, why don't you say it to him as he makes you cum?" Donghyuck grins sinisterly, and you blink slowly at him. "Excuse me?"

"Yes! That is my final decision. Shotaro, your punishment is: make her cum!"

You begin to protest loudly, screaming profanities of all sorts at Donghyuck as you get dragged away into a spare room, which you later realize is actually Donghyuck's bedroom, alongside Shotaro, the door shut right into your face.

You inhale deeply before turning around to Shotaro. He opens his mouth to say something, but you raise your hand to stop him from doing so.

"Let's get this over with," you sigh before plopping down on Donghyuck's bed, kicking off your panties under your skirt. A few seconds go by and nothing happens, so you lift your head off the mattress to look at Shotaro. "What are you waiting for?"

Apparently, this, because one second later, Shotaro is already hovering above you. "Tell me if I should stop."

For a brief second, you're perplexed, but then Shotaro leans down to your neck, his breath fanning over your skin before his lips begin touching it gently. The second you feel him making direct contact with your body, you melt into the mattress. Of course, you're still confused, and a little mad (and extremely angry at Donghyuck for putting you in this situation), but that doesn't make you want him any less. Not that you would ever admit to that.

Though, the way he begins letting his hands wander over your body makes it extremely hard to resist him.

"J-just do it already," you let out, trying to make your voice sound as stable as possible, but failing miserably. Shotaro chuckles, making quick eye contact with you before moving down your body. He lays on his stomach in between your legs, running his hands over the expanse of your naked thighs, groping the flesh between his fingers and you dare to glance down at him.

Big mistake, you realize, the sight of him with glazed over eyes as he stares at your core, licking his lips is too hot to handle, making you clench involuntarily. Of course, he notices, but he doesn't comment on it.

Gently, he spreads your legs further, then leans in to kiss along the insides of your thighs. His breath tickles a little, the sensation striking right into your core as he sucks and nibbles his way up to your hole.

Just as you think he's going to dive in finally, he only switches sides, the only thing touching your clit being his breath as he switches from your left leg to your right and the other way around, until finally, he delivers a gentle kiss onto your folds.

You groan out, then realize what your doing and immediately slap a hand over your mouth. He might be doing fantastic so far, but he really doesn't have to know that.

Next, he licks along your slit, parting your folds with his wet muscle before sucking on them, switching up his motions until his tongue pushes into you a little. You bite into the back of your hand at the sensation, eyebrows scrunching up as you clench for him again.

Slowly, Shotaro works his way up to your clit, spitting on it for some extra wetness before he begins sucking. Not too hard to overwhelm you, not too gently to bore you, just perfect in intensity to make you feel the tingling sensation in your stomach beginning to form.

After making sure your clit is wet enough, he plunges his tongue back into your hole, bringing one of his hands up to rub circles into your bundle of nerves with his thumb. You're letting out embarrassingly whiny sounds at this point, glad that the music from downstairs drowns them out just enough for Shotaro to miss them, hopefully.

His ministrations feel incredible, honestly, the rumors seem to be true.

"You taste so good," Shotaro mumbles against your skin before continuing to lick into you and your unoccupied hand grabs onto the sheets underneath you to ground yourself. Shotaro's oral skills? Amazing. Shotaro's oral skills combined with his dirty talk? Fuuuuuck.

Shotaro keeps his thumb working on your clit as he begins licking a little lower until his tongue swipes over your rim. All muscles in your lower region seem to clench simultaneously, a choked moan leaving your mouth that you couldn't hold back.

"Hm, did that feel good?"

He does it again, this time applying more pressure and you respond with another whine, pushing your hips onto his tongue. Shotaro continues, throwing more spit into the mix that you can feel trickling down onto Donghyuck's bed, but that's honestly his own fault.

His tongue pushes past your ring muscle and your eyes roll back at the amazing feeling. Once Shotaro seems satisfied with how wet both of your holes are, he removes his thumb from your clit.

"I want you to be loud for me, can you do that? Let me know what feels good, yeah?"

Hazy minded, you nod, and this honestly surprised you after your initial plan to let this flop. Shotaro attaches his lips to your clit this time, and he begins pressing his tongue flat against it, grinding it all over the sensitive nub. Meanwhile, his middle finger circles your hole before slowly pushing inside.

Finally begin filled so deeply makes you moan again, and you begin to lose all control and give into him. The sounds just casually flow out of your mouth now, letting him know that he's doing so great.

He moves the digit inside of you, feeling up your walls and stretching you out just a little more before he adds a second finger. Shotaro moves them in and out of you, letting you adjust to the feeling of having something inside of you before he stills, angling his fingers upwards to directly push into your g-spot.

At this, you choke out a groan, shuffling to prop yourself up onto your forearms to be able to look at him, and fuck does he look hot like this. Shotaro repeats the motions and you fall back onto your back, eyes rolled back into your head.

His other hand pushes your legs further apart, and he moves a little until he you feel the pointer finger of his other hand circle your rim. You mewl, pushing back into the sensation and Shotaro chuckles against your clit.

You hate to admit this, but what he's doing seems to be working. The way he's been touching you, and the way you've been holding back all this time, not focussing on orgasming at all apparently is all you needed all this time.

With other words: you're close, you're really close, and Shotaro speeds up his movements just slightly before maintaining a steady pace, feeling the way you keep clenching around him as you grind against his tongue.

You try to warn him, tell him that it's happening, it's really going to happen, but you can't, just too overwhelmed with what you're feeling to get out a proper syllable. Instead, you stutter out his name, or parts of it, and moan loudly.

The finger on your puckered hole finally pushes in, not far, just enough for you to really feel it, and that's what does it for you. Your hands fly up to grab at his hair, pushing him closer into your core as finally, after all these years, your long awaited orgasm washes over you.

You see stars, toes curling almost painfully as you scream out, with your eyes closed and muscles clenching as you let the wave of pleasure consume you fully as it washes over your form.

It's intense, to say the least, so much more than when you do it yourself, and as the throbbing finally dies down and Shotaro gently cups your sex, you feel high like never before. The situation is so overwhelming that you feel your throat close up a little, tears forming underneath your eyelids.

He made you cum, someone just made you cum. Osaki Shotaro did just make you cum, and seemingly effortlessly, at that. It's too much, and you can't even think straight. You're afraid what will happen next, you're afraid that you're going to cry in front of him, having to explain yourself.

The anxious feeling quickly fades as you feel Shotaro lay down beside you, wrapping an arm around your body to pull you into his chest. You deeply inhale his scent, cuddling into him without a care in the world about how pathetic you might seem right now, pushing him away all this time until now. Because he's there for you, and he holds you, and he doesn't push you to do anything.

You wake up. For a second, you ask yourself where you are, then memories of the night prior come flying back into your brain. Pushing the blanket off of you, you realize that someone had put your panties back on, and you really hope that someone was Shotaro.

Getting up, you stumble out of the room, mind still fuzzy from sleep as you make your way into the kitchen to get something to drink. Glass filled to the brim in your hand, you turn away from the faucet to sit down at the table for a minute to collect your senses.

You shriek, water spilling everywhere as you're met with Donghyuck's form already sitting at the table. Hair tousled and face still puffy from sleeping, he grins at you knowingly.

"You scared me, you nasty gnome," you huff, not even bothering to dry the water stains on the floor with anything but your sock before you sit down.

"How was it?" Donghyuck's smirk does not falter in the slightest.

"What?"

"What?!" Donghyuck shrieks, alarmed, "What do you think?!"

"I slept okay, your mattress is a little too soft for me."

"I meant cumming???"

You stifle a laugh, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't act like it, the whole neighborhood heard you moaning the house down last night," Donghyuck deadpans and a small blush creeps onto your face.

"Okay, you win. It was great."

"So he- he really-?"

"Yes, he made me finish."

Donghyuck pads your back, nodding proudly, "I'm glad."

"Thank you?"

"So are you, like, together now?" Donghyuck nudges your shoulder with his, wiggling his eyebrows, but you only raise yours in response.

"No, why would we?"

Donghyuck's happy face drops, a frown appearing instead, "what do you mean, I made him perfect for you." You look at him as if he's crazy, with squinted eyes and furrowed brows.

"I told him that you like straightforward boys, like me!"

"You did what?!" You shriek, slapping onto his arm repeatedly, Donghyuck flinching away, "that's why he was acting so weirdly all of a sudden?!"

The whole morning, you try to contact Shotaro, calling and texting him several times, but he never picks up nor responds to your armies of question marks. You're concerned, but mostly just annoyed because you can't wait to tell him that he should, please, for the love of God, just behave like himself and not like Donghyuck, and you'll marry him in a heartbeat.

The wrinkles on your forehead increase with every movement of the hour arm of the clock on your wall when he hasn't responded all noon either. You've tidied your whole dorm room, even cleaning the windows and bathroom, went shopping for groceries and scrolled on TikTok until your battery died (which lead to you screeching loudly, ramming the charger into your phone with such force you're surprised it didn't break).

When it's slowly dawning outside, you decide that it's enough. You text Yiren, and being the popular It-girl she is, she sends you Shotaro's address just a couple of minutes later. You don't know where she got it from, but honestly, you don't want to know.

Slipping into your jacket after making sure you look presentable and smell fresh and rosy, you make your way outside. Shotaro's dorm room seems to be pretty close to the house Donghyuck lives in, and you're not sure if that's a good or a bad thing.

After a few minutes, you stand in front of his door. You inhale deeply, then exhale quickly through your mouth to encourage yourself before you smash your finger onto the door bell.

Half a minute later – approximately, it's not like you were counting the seconds or anything – the door opens, revealing Shotaro's figure. You believe he'd gotten a little taller and a little more muscular since last night, or at least he seems like it as your eyes fall directly onto his naked torso.

Your mouth falls open, and you shamelessly ogle his defined pecs before catching yourself, sucking the drool that's been creeping out of your mouth back inside, eyes snapping up to lock with his.

"Hi," is all you bring out. Maybe you should've rehearsed this a little more.

"Hi."

"Can," you look at your hands as you pull the sleeves of your shirt over them, then back into his eyes, "I come in?"

He nods, stepping aside to let you enter. You do, kicking your shoes off before stepping forward to sit on his couch, fanning yourself with your hands since you're more than a little nervous now.

Shotaro sits down next to you, and an awkward silence arises.

"I like you," you suddenly blurt out, deciding to go for broke and just put it out there.

"You do?" Shotaro raises his eyebrows at your statement. You nod your head harshly, and Shotaro begins smiling.

"I like you too."

Now, you only have to find out how in the hell Donghyuck convinced him to behave like a douchebag.

"Ya, Taro, come over here for a second," Donghyuck pulls Shotaro away into the kitchen, the younger stunned by the action, but not fighting against it. Once they're inside, the music a little muffled by the closed door and tiles on the walls, Donghyuck pours Shotaro a drink which the ladder gladly accepts.

"So," Donghyuck fills his own cup with the same questionable mixture and takes a sip, Shotaro following suit, "tell me all your secrets."

"What do you mean," Shotaro grins cutely, taking another sip from the surprisingly sweet drink.

"You know what I mean. Help a brother out, you seem to know a whole lot about girls, so spill the tea, my man. I'll give you anything in return."

Shotaro giggles at Donghyuck's eagerness, "alright, but you seem to know ___ really well, so tell me everything you know about her, then I'll tell you what to do."

"Alright," Donghyuck's eyebrows jump up quickly, tongue poking through his cheek before he continues talking, "I've actually been with her, but it didn't work out. But I guess that means she's into guys like me."

"Guys like you?"

"Bold, straightforward, extroverted, loud, funny, beautiful, sexy, something like that."

Shotaro chuckles.

"I think you should tell her this..." Donghyuck says before leaning forward to whisper into Shotaro's ear, the younger nodding, taking everything in to be able to win you over.

"I can't believe you- actually, I don't care, just know that Donghyuck's full of shit and you should never listen to a thing he says," you giggle and Shotaro smiles, nodding.

You gaze into each other's eyes.

"Not to be... weird, but, uh," you fiddle with your sleeves until Shotaro reaches out to grab your hand. You look up at him, and suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you passionately.

Your hands roam his exposed skin, pulling him closer to you until he's hovering above you, your tongues dancing together as you grind your hips up against his. You're hoisted up, Shotaro carrying the both of you to his bedroom.

"Please make me cum again," you sigh into the kiss and you can feel Shotaro chuckling against your lips. Quickly, both of your clothing is discarded on the floor as you lay on the bed, and his fingers stroke over your walls, getting you ready for his cock.

He rolls you onto your side to lay behind you, hoisting one of your legs up to push the tip of his length against your hole. You whine at the feeling, pushing back against him until you feel him beginning to fill you.

Shotaro's big, really big, but not big enough to hurt or make you uncomfortable. He fills you slowly, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as he bottoms out, your eyes closing at the sensation.

Gently, he begins moving inside of you, hips pressing deeply against yours to make you feel all of him deep in you. You feel hazy already, the stimulation of his slow strokes such a stark contrast to the usual frantic rhythm you're accustomed to.

"I think you're going to like this," Shotaro whispers against your neck. You wonder what he means, but the next second, you feel a vibrating sensation tingling over your clit, forcing a surprised whimper out of you.

Your hands fly behind you, one to grab onto the back of his head, the other onto his ass to make sure he isn't going anywhere. The tip of his cock drags deliciously over your g-spot in this position, and you believe he must've studied the arts of sex long enough to graduate.

"Is it good, baby?" He breathes into your neck, "because to me this feels like heaven."

You whine, pressing further back against him while nodding your head weakly, too lost in the pleasure to speak. He understands, seemingly also the effect his words have on you, so he continues.

"You're doing so good for me baby, just relax, let me take care of you. You're so beautiful, fuck."

He presses the vibrator directly onto your clit, upping the intensity of the device and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. Shotaro distracts you with his words as the question of 'is he going to make me cum again' threaten to creep back into your brain.

"You're so wet for me, so pretty," Shotaro moans into your ear, hand holding onto your hips to be able to fuck into you a little faster, "You're doing so well, taking me so well, feels so fucking good."

"H- 'm-" you whine out, so close to cumming that you can taste it on the tip of your tongue, moving your hips in sync with his.

"Let go for me, baby," Shotaro gasps, hips not stuttering as he pushes your over the edge, and this time, it's even more intense than last time, bringing tears to your eyes that immediately begin rolling down your cheeks to seep into the sheets, all while you moan like there's no tomorrow.

"Thank you," you sob turning your head to lock your lips with his as Shotaro removes the vibrator by shutting it off and throwing it off the bed.

"Can you handle it a bit more?" Shotaro asks against your lips, and you nod.

"Cum in me, please."

Shotaro groans at this, the pace of his thrusts quickening, his grip on your hips hardening as he pistons his hips harshly against yours. You whine out, weak from your orgasm, but still so willing to take all that he's giving you.

It doesn't take long for him to cum, pushing into you deeply as he empties himself, choking out a deep groan.

You lay there in silence, catching your breaths. You turn around, cuddling into his chest and he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, making you feel safe in his arms. Your heart swells and you can't believe you're right here with him, and he's gotten you off again.

Your breath comes out shakily before you speak, "you're the first ever to make me cum, and I know it is way too early for this, so don't take it seriously, but I think I love you."

Shotaro chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "it's okay. I'd love to be the only one that ever made you cum..."

"Is this you asking me out?" You mumble, already half asleep at this point, "because I'd love to go out with you."

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[tbzxnight]

.... came back to say, this man is insane and he's making me insane too.

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[t3kandson]

Greed for one More

Wordcount;6,043

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Sohn Youngjae, Reader X Bae Jacob, Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Kim Younghoon, Reader X Lee Sangyeon.

Characters; Sohn Youngjae, Bae Jacob, Kim Younghoon, Kim Sunwoo, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, Moon Kevin, Mentions of Lee Sangyeon, Yoon Keeho aka Stephen Yoon & Kim Hyungseo aka Bibi.

Warnings; Angst, Jealousy, false Accusations, assumed violence, Alcohol Consumption, Wanking, Oral (Giving), Fingering, Blindfold, Ropes, Restraints, Sex Toys, Orgasm Denial, Edging & Sex.

Notes; Chapter 11/12 of Learning Love, earlier chapters found here.

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

“Hey what’s this?” Youngjae asked while mocking your clothing, pulling out the lingerie that Younghoon brought you. “He brought it,” you said pulling your knee in. “Oh, it’s pretty though, so I get why you kept it,” he said looking jealous. “Baby I’m with you not him,” you said leaping off the bed to hug him. “Let’s bin it, I didn’t even realise I had it,” you said watching him smile. Grabbing his hand you pulled him to the living room finding the trash bag and tossing it in.

Turning to kiss him heavenly you was disturb when you heard a subtle cough. Bibi was standing there looking excited with a slight fakeness to finally catch you together. “Oh look it’s the new love birds and heart breakers,” she sniggers as you rolled your eyes. “What you doing here?” You snarl as she smirks mischievously before Kevin and Chanhee walks from the bedroom. “Oh actually don’t answer that,” you say holding Youngjae’s hands to pull him to your room. “Morning,” you hear Chanhee whittle as you pass them. “Like that is it,” he shouts out behind you as you shut the door breathing out.

“What was all that about?” Youngjae chuckles. “There is only so much I can cope with Bibi and her unwavering tongue, but knowing how much a whore my room mate is drives me crazy,” you scoff as Youngjae pulls you into his hold. “Hold out for a sexy person to unwhore him,” he says playfully as he peppers kisses along your jawline. “You calling me a whore,” you growl, “I said was, not is, I’m happy to make you a real woman,” he says letting his kisses fall to your neck. “In fact I want to have another making you a woman session,” he purs as he pulls your ass into him. Wasting no time you pull your horny boyfriend into bed.

You and Youngjae had barely been dating for a month, all had gone well. Every one was supportive minus Younghoon & Sunwoo. Younghoon had attempted to split the group into two trying to find anyone to turn on Youngjae, for what he called stealing his girlfriend. Sunwoo had become almost unbearable to be around, showing to Youngjae how he was cool and relaxed about it, yet cold and suggestive toward you when ever he could slide an insult in.

However, you was shocked when Changmin spilled that Sunwoo & Youngjae got into a fight. “Over what?” You squealed annoyed, however, fearing that you was the answer. “Look it’s fine, emotions just got wild, things between them can get intense you know because,” he said pausing. “Because of mine and Sunwoo’s past?” You added for him knowing full well his response. “Look have faith things will smooth over, Youngjae knows your past, knows your his. Just sometimes Sunwoo likes to drag fear from him momentarily,” he replied leaning against the kitchen side.

“And Younghoon?” you scowl as he mirrors. “He’s just a jealous prick,” he growls as your hands find his. “Changmin you promised not to let me get inbetween your friendship,” you scorn him as he huffs. “I know, I know, just it’s hard sometimes as we’ve been friends for longer, and it was him that fucked up,” Changmin scoffed. “Have you ever wondered maybe he has a reason to not want an actual relationship? Maybe that’s why he behaves like that,” you said softly as he mulls over your words, while you continue to wash up the plates. “Y/N your too good to him, but maybe your right, I think he’s the one that needs lesson’s in love,” he scoffs collecting the coffee he had poured seconds before your conversation. “Right let’s wake the cranky one,” Changmin said as he walked off to Chanhee’s room,

“Come on let’s go out,” Youngjae says hugging on to you after you had finished having sex. “I got no clean clothes plus Go where?” You asked. “Then I’ll find you some clothes and we’re go out and buy you some more, some well, good taste compared to what you have,” he teases as you groan. Leaving the bed he makes his way to your closet as you sit up ready to watch him insult your wardrobe once more.

Jaw tensing as anger rises, he emerges holding the lingerie you binned in his palm. Staring at it he lets it fall to the floor watching as if it was a dead animal. “What the fucks that?” he croaks eyes refusing to meet you. “I binned it, you know I did, you saw me do it,” you protested, rolling your eyes despite being confused how it had returned to your wardrobe.

“Are you sleeping with Sunwoo and Sangyeon?,” he asked from nowhere as your eyes widened. “You know I have, you know about my relationship with Sunwoo and you know I’ve done things with everyone minus Jacob,” you said sitting off the bed. “Have you slept with them at the same time?” He questioned, his eyes looking at you in fear. “No Youngjae, never, you know I haven’t, I slept with them separately, I don’t even think Sunwoo knows,” you scoffed. “Liar,” Youngjae shout’s scaring you at never hearing him lose his temper.

Chanhee barged into the room immediately, Changmin following. “What’s up what’s happened?” Chanhee asks worried as he looks at Youngjae. “She’s shagging Sunwoo and Sangyeon,” Youngjae says with tears in his eyes. “No she wouldn’t, we gone through this she’s committed to you 100%,” Changmin says going to him to place his hand on his shoulder. “I’ve seen the video of her and Sangyeon filmed with Y/N wearing this,” Youngjae said throwing the lingerie to the floor. “An outfit that she binned yet my backs turned and she slips it back out. Unless you washed it?“ he said turning to Chanhee hoping he would say he cleaned it and put it back, his silence told you all he hadn’t.

“Younghoon brought me that and we used it when he filmed me and Sangyeon having sex,” you explained hoping that would calm his fear down. “Again liar,” he shouted, as you shook your head in disbelief. “How am I lying that happened, asked Sangyeon, he’ll tell you,” you cried. “He told me Sunwoo gifted you that, the fact it’s lilac and it’s his favourite colour tells me all I need to know,” Youngjae said shaking.

“No, no he’s lying ask Younghoon,” You plead walking towards him as he stepped back. “Done that too and he also confirmed he was never filming that session and he never brought that,” Youngjae growled as Chanhee looked at you also with accusation in his eyes. “No he’s lying, there both lying, ask Sunwoo,” you plead as he laughed. “As if he would confess when it’s clear you two are still Involved,” he snarled. “Once a whore always a whore,” he adds. “This is Younghoon he’s clearly out to set us up,” you cry. “Yeah I thought that even though it’s not in Sangyeon’s nature to lie, but I gave you the benefit of doubt, till this,” he said pointing at the lingerie. “I swear to you I did not get it back out the bin.” You plead dashing to him.

“Y/N if you slept with them just tell him as long as it wasn’t in your relationship it’s fine,” Chanhee says breaking your heart that he was fooled too. “Chanhee not you too, please believe me It was Younghoon not Sunwoo,” you beg. “It’s too late they’ve turned you into a sex addict, one who clearly doesn’t care for a meaningful relationship,” Youngjae said shaking his head as he puts his shoes on. “Please Youngjae, please I beg you, please believe me,” you cry tears spilling at your eyes as you try to stop him leaving. “You promised to never leave me,” you cry as he walks past you. “And you promised to be faithful to me,” he snarls looking back your way. “You know what I got a call the other day about that job back home, I think I’m going to take it,” he says with tears in his eyes before walking out. “Youngjae,” you cry out as Chanhee gets in your way.

“Calm down Y/N,” Chanhee scolds you, “get fucked, you didn’t back me up at all,” you screech at him. “Do you blame me you was such a cock whore, so obviously when I’m given evidence I’m going to want to analyse it,” he scoffs. “I have never lied Chanhee Never,” you glare at him before he moves from your way. Grabbing your coat you only have one destination, Sangyeon’s to find out why he would lie.

Banging on the door of Sangyeon’s apartment he refused to answer. Sliding to the floor you sobbed refusing to budge till you got what you needed to understand the situation. You remembered throwing the lingerie into the bin, you knew it was Younghoon and not Sunwoo. Knowing Younghoon was likely the reason for the sudden end to your relationship, you needed to know why Sangyeon would lie.

“Y/N,” you heard the soft voice of Jacob. “Jacob,” you cried letting tears fall. “What’s up what’s happened? Why you here?” He questioned sitting next to you. “Younghoon made Youngjae leave me, he’s using Sangyeon to make him believe I’m still seeing Sunwoo,” you sobbed heavily as he pulled you in.

“Right we can’t sit here, we’re get numb bums,” Jacob tried to lighten the mood with a slight chuckle, after holding you for a long time. “Why don’t we go back to mine and talk,” he says stroking your hair, “Youngjae’s there,” you whine rubbing your eyes. “Ok then let’s take you back home,” he suggested, “I don’t want to see Chanhee, he thinks I’m guilty too,” you scoffed. “I have no hope convincing any one if I can’t even convince my best friend,” you cry, sobs heavily returning.

“I believe you Y/N,” Jacob said, as your tear eyes fell on his, “Really?” You sniffled. “Yes Y/N, I know you wouldn’t have done that to someone your madly in love with,” he smiled as you fell into his chest. “I know somewhere we could go talk where no one will disturb us,” he said standing up offering you his hand.

Walking into the flat, Jacob tosses his keys on the table and walks to the fish tank on the other side of the room. “You hiding a secret apartment Cobie?” you ask as he blushes at you using his pet name. “No this is my friends apartment, I pop in when he’s out of town to attend to these beauty’s,” he says as he opens the pot of fish food. “But don’t tell the others because this is where I like to come if they get too much for me,” he says as he throws a pinch of food into the tank.

“So I’m the only one that knows about this place?” You ask walking towards him. “Kevin knows, he’s Stephens friend too, we’re all from Canada,” he says smiling at you as you place your finger to the tank. “There cute right?” He adds watching you intently as you nod letting the fish follow your finger.

“So right let’s talk about this issue,” Jacob said walking to the kitchen, with you following. “Not much to talk about, Youngjae doesn’t trust me, he left me, I just have to get over it,” you whine leaning against the kitchen surface. “That’s what this is for,” he smiles pulling a bottle of whisky from the cupboard.

“But for the record he is blooming stupid if he believes you would cheat on him,” he adds grabbing some glasses from the side. “I’m just angry that Sangyeon would lie for Younghoon,” you said clasping your hands around the kitchen side in anger. “I’ll talk to him, I promise I’ll find out why, but it’s obvious someone’s making him lie,” Jacob said walking into the living room. “Well obviously i had already gathered that, I just don’t understand why he would lie for Younghoon,” you said following him.

“How do you even know it’s for Younghoon?” He asked as you tilted your head in confusion. “Who else could it be?” You scoffed, “I refuse to believe Youngjae would just take there word, something else must have happened,” he said sitting down on the sofa. “Well yeah, look if I tell you please don’t do that concerned elder look at me,” you said frowning. “My what look,” he sniggered filling in the glasses with the brown liquor. “When you look like you disapprove but won’t say anything because your too kind,” you said rising your eyebrow. “I don’t have that look, but anyway continue I promise to look neutral,” he smiled warmly passing you a large glass of whisky.

“Me and Sangyeon well yeah,”, “is that it, it was obvious you done him, you did everyone but me,” he cut you off smiling. “Well he filmed me, Younghoon filmed for him us having sex,” you said taking a mouthful of the liquid. “It was on the deal that Younghoon dated me properly and That it was done away from Sunwoo so he could come home,” you said before tsssking in to the air from your second sip as your throat burned. “But what has that got to do with this affair you’ve been accused of?” He asked taking a sip of his own with no reaction to the burn.

“Younghoon brought me some lingerie to use, he then showed Youngjae that video and apparently it’s Sunwoo filming and he brought me it,” you explained as he shook his head in confusion. “Wait so that would only prove you slept with Sunwoo at one point which he knew, I’m still confused here,” he said sinking into the sofa to face you.

“Youngjae found that same lingerie and saw me bin it, yet found it hanging back up in my wardrobe which is when this argument started,” you said looking at your glass. “Oh so he didn’t believe it till he saw the lingerie?” he asked as you nodded taking another sip. “So he’s mad you took it out the bin?” He questioned as you looked deadpan at him. “No that’s the thing Jacob, I really did bin it he saw me, even Chanhee did and he still don’t believe me either,” you replied as tears threatened. “So what your saying is Younghoon made Sangyeon lie, put story’s in Youngjae’s head and then sneaked in to your apartment to put an outfit from the bin back on the hanger,” he questioned like an accusation.

“This is what I’m on about Jacob you don’t believe me neither,” you said placing your drink on the table to stand. “Y/N I’m not saying I don’t believe you, just trying to find a time when Younghoon could have entered your flat. Especially when Chanhee has made it very aware he is not welcome,” he said as you thought for a second.

He had been too focused on causing a divide that he avoided your flat. “I’m confused if it’s not Younghoon that put it there then who?” You asked feeling confused and overwhelmed. “Look Y/N I believe you but please don’t accuse, you know what it feels like to be accused of things you haven’t done,” he said as you took another swig. “I will look into it for you. I know every single one of them so I’ll find out who’s clearly against you,” he said reassuringly as you sat back down.

You took the rest of the glass back bravely spluttering when it caught the back of your throat with a kick. “You ok Y/N?” he chuckled patting your back as you struggled to catch your breath. Nodding when your throat relaxed you past him your empty glass. “I will be when you fill this one up, I want to forget all this exists,” you said as Jacob frowned at you. “Do you think this is wise Y/N?” he asks with raised eyebrows. “You said this would help me get over it,” you said smiling as he breathed in deeply, moving to refill your glass. “So your going to get merrily drunk and then what?” He asked taking a sip of his drink. “Forget men exist, forget love exist and certainly forget sex exists,” you chuckle taking a bigger gulp of the whisky making a face as you let it finish its burn. “You don’t mean that,” he scoffs finishing his glass. “You could offer it to me on a plate and I wouldn’t except,” you joke. “You make it sound as if I’m just as sexy hot as the others,” Jacob says leaning to fill his own. “Bae Jacob your fucking hot, if you wasn’t out wife shopping I would have pounced on you immediately,” you chuckle feeling your tongue loose.

“Wife shopping?” He laughed sitting back into the sofa once more. “We all know your the sex on a married night kind of guy,” you add, feeling your body warm from the alcohol. “You really have that impression of me huh? He asked chuckling as you nodded. “Don’t get me wrong that’s a compliment Cobie, nice to know there’s a decent guy out there,” you smiled.

Leaning into you he whispers shyly, “if only you knew the hidden real me,” he smirks before sitting back. “Don’t shit me, me and you both know you would run away from some sexy vixen,” you say as your head feels tipsy. “Sexy Vixen, you mean you,” Jacob asks swigging the rest of his second glass back. “You think I’m Sexy?” You ask feeling aroused as Cute Jacob suddenly flirt attacks.

“I think your sexy, you think I’m some good virgin boy, only one of us can be right,” Jacob said placing the glass on the table. “So how come no one’s seen you with anyone,” you asked challenging him to give up his facade. “Take a look Doll, do I look like the kind of person to parade my lovers infrount of others,” he smiled insinuating this place was used for more then fish babysitting.

“I like to keep my victims my dirty little secrets,” he whispers into your ear as your core tightens. You snigger at his remark, despite being highly aroused as he smiles devilishly. “Don’t believe me huh?” He questions opening his legs that you could evidently view his hardening bulge. Thick thighs in your view has your core melt. “What you thinking Doll?” He said as he leans towards you.

“That I wished I saw this side of you when I was free to fuck you,” you said as your eyes got drunk over his. “But didn’t you say you and Youngjae was over,” he said placing a hair behind your ear. The thought of Youngjae piercing your mind cooled your heat down as tears pricked.

“Let me show you what I can teach you, let me make you forget him for a second,” he whispers as his lips found your jawline, peppering gentle kisses. “I don’t know If I can,” you cry, as his lips find there way to burn through your collarbone kissing them. “You wanted to see the hidden me,” he dared you between kisses as he let your hands rest over his bulge. “He left you, but I’m here,” Jacob purred as his lips found there way to yours. “I’ll alway be here, being who ever you want me to be,” he says against your lips.

Moving against you, you feel your haziness let Youngjae blur away. Jacob’s tongue heavy against you as you lose your self into his soft yet yearning kiss. Pulling on your top he pulls you towards him, legs straddling him so your kiss can deepen. Hands finding the flesh of your back, he holds you closer to him as your own find there way to his hair. Rocking on his thighs he thrusts against your clothed core as you feel the hunger in his kiss. Pulling your top from your head, his hands finds your clothed breasts as he kisses along them. Fingers returning back to your spine, he attempts to unclasp your bra tossing them to the side of the room. Hands on your waist he groans heavenly noticing the beauty of your naked top half. “Oh Y/N you are so fucking delicious to look at,” he coos as his eyes glaze over. I want to see these bounce when you fuck my cock,” he says almost salivating. “Then what you waiting for?” you say breathless from your burning building frustration. He lifts you up and carry’s you down the corridor your lips returning to his as your hand tackles at his T-shirt.

Kneeing the door, you enter the darken room between your intimate making out session, his hands struggling to find the light. Blinding you, your lips fall as you see his chest for the first time, defined muscle was clearly hiding as the desire to kiss each inch of his chest pulsates from you. “Jacob you been hiding more then the real you,” you gasped as he blushed. “Only you can go for the sexy death kill, yet blush at the same time,” you smirk as he lays you on the bed.

“Wait we doing this in your friends bed?” You ask looking around as he stood up letting his abs be more viewed. “No this is the spare room that I use when I’m here,” he smiled noticing your expression. “Bae Jacob do you know how fucking hot you are, why do you hide yourself?” You moan as you sit up to pull him closer to you.

Fingers dashing to the jean buttons you tug them and his boxers down. Gasping at his impressive member, you brush your finger down his veiny shaft emitting moans to slip. Pumping his hot throbbing shaft brought hooded eyes and pretty sounds to slip that brought a smile on your face. Parting your lips you take him into your mouth letting your tongue help to massage his cock as you bobble up and down him. Fingers in your hair Jacob loses himself to your mouth. Words of, “fuck,”,“shit,”, “so good,” & mantras of your name spills.

With shakey thighs, he pushes your shoulders back as a darker glaze then earlier covers his eyes.

“I need you,” he growls throwing himself at you that you fall back on to your back. Hungry lips and wandering hands attack your body as he devours you. Like you earlier his hands attack your jeans tossing them and your pants to the floor as a gasp leaves his throat. Biting his lip he salivates at the view of your glistering pussy. Before he gets ready to fully unleash over you, he reaches to his draw pulling out a few items.

“Can I use these on you?” he asks as he switches to his usual caring concerned self. Nodding he smiles as he helps to tie the blindfold around your eyes, kissing every inch of your face once finishing. Pushing your thighs backwards he pressed his knees to keep them up, pulling your hands down tying each hand to an ankle, stricting your movement. “If this is too much doll just say,” he purs with slight concern in his voice. “What’s the safe word?“ You ask as you feel his fingers brush up and down the flesh on the stretched muscles restricting you. “Just say stop, I’m just a simple yet unique in my own way guy,” he whispers as his fingers find your clit.

Rubbing eights into your throbbing nub he lets a few moans escape. Fingers falling to you as he curves them sweetly against your walls till he reaches your sweet spot. Walls clenching around them, your back arches as it pulls on your rope burning your skin. Hissing into the air he stifles a small chuckle as he speeds his rhythm into you. “Doll your voice falling apart sounds so sexy and hot,” he says deeply that you feel your orgasm build.

Pulling his fingers away you hear the sound of lubrication and anticipation hit you. Feeling the plastic stretch you as it pushes into your core has you pulling on your restraints. “Oh Y/N, look at you so feeble and weak, my cock hasn’t even entered yet too,” he mocks as he brings what you worked out is a dildo out to slam back in. Cry’s filling the air, his chuckle sounds more wicked as if he’s enjoying you crumbling at his slow burning torture. But nothing prepares for the evil cackle leave each time he slams it in you, which vibrates up your core.

Hearing the buzz in the air your core tightens around his torture when it hits your nub. The vibration on your clit has his attack on your core from the toy soaks tears into your blindfold. “Doll do you still think me as an innocent virgin,” he asks as he hits the lowest setting. “No,” you wail as your brain try’s to picture your sweet natured Jacob. Slams speeding from the dildo, he sets the vibration of the wand to the highest. Laughter as you scream in attempts to hold the tethering orgasm away, has him struggle to contain his amusement. Seconds before you fall off the edge, he turns the wand off, as your thighs burn from the position.

Silence fills the air as you fear what he has planned next as your throbbing nub calms, but yet burns with frustration. When he thinks you’ve calmed enough he switches the wand back on high. Crys returning to the air, he returns his thrust of the plastic in your heat. “Oh how I’ve imagined seeing you so broken, but now I need you broken under me,” he growls. Tethering orgasm threatening once more, your thighs shaking being your warning signal betrays you.

Stopping immediately once more has cry’s of frustration escape. “Oh Doll what’s up your not an withering mess over sweet innocent Cobie are you,” he mocks. “Cobie please, please,” you whine as he chuckles sounding pleased at your pleading. “Please what, what do you want doll?,” he playfully asks. “I need your cock, I need you,” you beg as he slips the Dildo from your core.

“You need this do you doll,” he teases as he slips the head of his member into your core but slips it out instantly. “Huh baby?” He coos repeating. “More Cobie,” you plead, as he continues. “More what?” He says playing dumb, as your throbbing nub feels on fire. “I need more of your cock,” you cry as he chuckles once more. “What like this,” he asks as he slams deep in you before pulling straight out leaving you empty and frustrated again.

“Fuck me please,” you cry louder feeling the frustration burn through your body at his torture. Placing the head in once more he fucks just the tip in and out slowly deliberately. Pulling on the rope not caring for the burn from frustration has the opposite effect making you more sensitive. “Please,” you beg once more to fall on deafen ears when he continues with the tip of his member fucking into you.

“But if I fuck you, your cum straight away, I can’t have you being greedy,” he whines into the air. “I promise I won’t just please fuck me,” you beg. “Oh doll do you know how hearing you beg really turns me on,” he coos. “But as your begging so nicely I’ll help you out, but you can’t cum,” he says as he slams all the way.

Stilling for a short minute, your thighs pulled further back, stinging your stretched muscles he sets his rhythm. You can’t move to his deep thrusts into your core, equally setting your frustration higher. Orgasm rushing into you, you struggle as your walls clamp around his shaft. “Fuck, shit,” you cry as his speed increases. “Don’t you dare cum,” Jacob threatens as his hands find your nipple tweaking them. Throwing your head back to the overwhelming sensation Jacobs pushing into your body, you feel seconds from snapping. The pain of holding your orgasm back burning your core that you can’t hold on much longer. “I can’t do this, it hurts,” you cry, but he has little mercy speeding into you, his own sounds escaping as he gets lost in his own world. “Don’t you dare,” falls repeated from his lips, “not yet,” he adds as you feel slight relief that he’s close to cuming.

But instead of helping bringing both your orgasm he slips himself from you leaving you empty & burning. “Fuck, fuck,” you cry tinged with anger as being left with no relief. “Oh doll, you didn’t think I would go easy on you did you?” He mocks. “I told you hidden Jacob was too dark for you,” he chuckles as he rubs his hard tip around your clit as you thrash your head into the pillow behind, letting your rope burn you further more. “Stop stop,” you cry not handling any more as the room falls into silence.

You feel the ropes untie as your arms and legs flop to the bed, the sensation of the rope burn making your body rush in adrenaline. Hands slipping under your head he unties the blindfold and like the dark Jacob you never visually viewed, he has returned back to your Jacob.

His lips pressing to your tears sweetly as he tossed his ego away. “It’s ok, I’m here,” he coos letting his lips return to yours the most gentle and soft against you. “Please let me cum,” you beg as his eyes look lost and doe eyed in your expression as he nods. Pressing himself in, he fills your core fully, fingers lacing with yours, his eyes never leave you. It’s like he doesn’t want to miss a second as he rolls himself deep in. “Cum on my cock doll,” he coos, “I promise I won’t deprive you anymore,” he adds and you know that he’s ready to take you softly.

Walls clamping around him as you let your weakened legs wrap around his lower back, you bring your pelvis to meet him. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm previously denied to throw itself in you. Nails digging into his shoulder, that you feel wetted with blood at the tips as you convulse around his thrusting cock. “Oh you look so pretty when you cum,” he compliments before you milk his seed from the orgasm that hits through Him seconds later.

Panting he collapses on you as your hands massage his scalp, words not leaving either your lips as you succumb to the slumber that exhaustion throws in to you.

Waking you find yourself alone, your eyes finding a chocolate croissant, some paracetamols and orange juice on the side. Your clothes cleaned are folded on the chair across the room with your mobile on the top. You crawl still feeling sore from the thighs muscle cramps from being restrained, you grab your mobile.

You find the first message from Jacob.

‘We shouldn’t have done that last night, I don’t regret it, I regret not doing it sooner because I’m now a shitty friend. Please eat and leave when your ready. I’ll fix this I promise, Jacob xx’

There was another from Youngjae.

‘Can we talk please, I know you didn’t go home yesterday so please tell me your safe’

You heart panged in your chest as guilt flooded you. You slept with one of his closest friends the second things got rough. Every one was right you was nothing but a whore. Last night was definitely a lesson, a lesson on how to fuck up and make a mistake.

Youngjae’s face dropped when you let your confession out to him when you met with him at the pond.

“Please tell me I heard that wrong,” he cried pain filling his features that made your stomach burn in pain. “I got drunk and slept with your friend,” you repeated wincing looking to the floor.

“I was wrong about you, totally wrong about you,” he cry’s standing up. “First Sunwoo and Sangyeon and now Jacob, and you have the nerve to blame all that open relationship bullshit on Younghoon,” he growls shaking in anger. “I never slept with Sunwoo and Sangyeon behind your back, I’ve told you this already someone set me up,” you cry standing up too.

“You expect me to believe now after this, after Jacob, the one guy I trusted to not stab me in the back,” he snarls. “Youngjae I’m no liar, if I was don’t you think I would have kept what me and Jacob did a secret, what do I have to gain in telling you?” You pleaded with him. “Look I’m sorry I went there and I don’t expect you to take me back, but I went to him because you left me and broke me,” you said as his eyes widened.

“Left you? I left the apartment because I couldn’t bare seeing you, yes ok maybe there could be a chance you’ve been set up, but now you go off with someone the second you find an excuse,” he snarled. “Youngjae please,” you beg touching his shoulder that he shrugs it off. “Don’t touch me, I came to meet with you to tell you my flight leaves for Los Angeles this evening,” he said as your heart sinks.

You slept with his friend the second the relationship fell upon it sword, you had no right to feel hurt that he was leaving you. But despite that you couldn’t let him go so easily.

“Please don’t leave me,” you cried holding on to him like a desperate puppy. “Don’t Y/N, me and you should have been jetting off together but nope, you and your whoring had other plans,” he growls as he turned with tears in his own eyes. “Please Youngjae,” you cried falling to the floor as he turned his features soft as he contemplated coming back to you. Instead he turned around and walked away, leaving you, your friends and Seoul.

You sat on the bench for what felt like hours silently sobbing as the cold night approached. Looking into the sky you wondered if he had already left, before more sobs fell. Turning your phone off you saw Jacob’s name flash after two refused calls from Chanhee half an hour earlier, you closed your eyes.

It shouldn’t have been Youngjae leaving it should have been you, your life was falling apart because you let those 11 guys turn your head. One taste of sexual experience had turned you into a sex craving whore and ruined your life. Youngjae was right it wasn’t completely Younghoon, you had enjoyed every experience befallen you. Yet the one you wanted to experience every day was currently in the air flying away.

“Y/N,” you heard the familiar voice behind you as you looked up to find Kevin and Jacob. “He knows I told him,” you said, “I’m no liar,” you added as Jacob pulled his hoodie back. “I know,” he said smiling painfully from the split lip, and bruised eye, that from the street lights looked nasty. “He did that?” You asked as he nodded, “sorry,” you whispered. “I deserved it,” he added as he sat next to you.

“He left obviously,” you said tears falling from your eyes as he pulled you into his safe warm chest. “I promised I’d look after you and I will,” he said holding you tight. “I’ll be who ever you need me to be,” he said repeating his words from the previous night.

“However, there’s something you need to know, I got you your answers,” he said as you wiped your eyes listening. “Tell her Kevin,” Jacob said glaring at him as your face turned to look his way. “Y/N it was Bibi, she was the one that made Younghoon & Sangyeon lie,” he said looking sorrowful.

Your head swarmed in confusion but it made sense. She was in the apartment when you binned the lingerie. But why? Why would she ruin what you had with Youngjae?

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End notes; Hope you’ve enjoyed each members chapter of smut. However, I hope you can’t wait to return on 22nd to find out who wins Y/N. Youngjae? Sunwoo? Younghoon? Jacob? or maybe someone else 😉.

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this is what i'm hoping to come back with

these are on my first to write hit lists but that doesn't mean i won't be writing anything else too.

i know i have some more blurbs on here to write but this cold has knocked me on my ass so i'll get on them ASAP.

anything below you're looking forward to?

Antoine Griezmann

Antoine knows you’re watching at home (and there might be a sex ban bet) and plays up for the camera a little. 

Baby daddy anto and his little girl braiding one another’s hair. 

Watching a scary movie where one is terrified and the other can’t stop laughing

Enjoying some wine after a hectic day

What a better way to brush up on your french than a quick oral lesson?

A clear penalty that wasn’t given leaves a bitter taste in anto’s mouth so you take matters into your own hands and holes.

Baby it’s cold outside so you need warming up in the best way

Tracing his tattoos becomes a form of foreplay…

The only way to ensure you get what you want is to make sure it’s on his mind

Whoever cums first loses

He’s up for a threesome until he realises he doesn’t want to share

He’s thinking about what he wants from you while he’s alone in a hotel (smut)

Anto plans to edge you for as long as possible, even if it takes all day

________

Ben Chilwell

A continuation of the pillow humping drabble

“You’re not the man I married” angst. 

________

Ben White

Ben really wants to show you how much he loves the new lingerie

________

Beth Mead

Celebrating winning the euros with her (leads to smut)

________

Charles Leclerc

Charles is left to handle several children by himself, making him one stressed boy.

Enemies to lovers. Slightly AU - he’s an old money prep boy

Secret dating is about to become public

________

Daniel Ricciardo 

Cooling down on a hot day only leads to more heat

________

Dominic Calvert Lewin

His curls. Playful and dirty pulling of his hair examples

________

Emre Can

Walking in the summertime with his little girl. Playing with the flowers.

________

Eric Dier

Eric and your daughter are putting on a magic show and he’s the assistant

________

Jack Aitken 

Leaving love notes

________

Jack Grealish

Showing Jack just how confident you’re now feeling and dressing up for him 

________

Jadon Sancho

Jadon’s ex is causing trouble and their relationship is on thin ice.

Jadon’s dressing up your son to look like him

________

John Stones

Finally having untprotected sex with John. 

Unwinding at home with John after a long stressful week (fluff)

John likes to get handsy after some sun, sea and sand. 

Over protective baby daddy John

Out and about with the newborn

________

Kepa Arrizabalaga

They split when he was leaving Spain and though things didn’t end bad, it felt like there was little closure. Now they’re back in the same city, are those feelings still there?

________

Kylian Mbappe 

Dating Tuchel’s daughter in secret … until it’s no longer a secret. (smut)

________

Leon Goretzka

That first time sex and trying to be quiet

________

Marco Rose

An unexpected pregnancy leaves Marco unsure of himself 

________

Mason Mount

Mason takes it upon himself to decorate the nursery

Mason being a good egg during labour

________

Paulo Dybala

She’s a belly dancer and practices a new routine for him

Lazy day in after he’s been to training

Celebrating his birthday with a meal and dessert 

Drunken sex headcannon

________

Rodrigo De Paul

Helping her get out of her head (smut)

________

Rúben Dias

1 of 2 - they meet and bond over both being new to Manchester and not having many people around. One thing leads to another and ….

2/2  even though they’re just friends, jealousy gets in the way during a night out and there’s only one way to get rid of that. 

A bad mood of yours leads to cockwarming

Rúben doesn’t like that your ex is sniffing around again

You really shouldn’t have sent those nudes while he was away

A new on the pitch agreement leaves him feeling competitive (smut)

Trying to make a baby

You get a tattoo of his jersey number

Watching porn together

NSFW alphabet

She’s his neighbour and drunkenly locked herself out. He’s there to rescue her

You’re home late from work and he’s doing the baby’s bedtime routine

Spending the first night at his (fluff)

Ruben is all manly out of the bedroom, but you’re in charge between the sheets

Squirting for the first time

She’s not there at the ballon d’or with him but he sees what she’s up to and he’s not impressed (smut)

Being manhandled by Ruben

John’s challenged Ruben to No Nut November but can he last?

________

Sergio Ramos

A birthday present for the birthday boy. 

________

Trent Alexander Arnold

Sexting quickly escalates. 

When a switch meets a switch, who will come out top? (smut)

Your son has only just started walking but Trent’s determined to put a ball at his feet

Trent is trying to be her tour guide in another country but she knows more

________

Threesomes and moresomes

Poch’s daughter has caught the eye of several Liverpool players… ft Joe Gomez / Trent Alexander Arnold /  reader  / reader’s best female friend /  Virgil van Dijk

Thigh riding becomes more -  Kepa Arrizabalaga / reader / Mason Mount 

3 Lions aren’t just on shirts, they’re also inside you. Dominic Calvert Lewin / reader / Mason Mount / John Stones

________

Unnamed

Making you watch yourself cum + aftercare

Needing to make you forget about the shit day you’ve had

You receive texts throughout the day about what he wants to do to you

You’ve begged for him and he’s not giving you attention. But you’ll take what you want and pay the price later

Public teasing only gets you so far

Sub!player being made to watch and beg to touch you

________

Virgil van Dijk

Restraining and blindfolding Virgil and having your way with him

Meeting your family for the first time

[sweetbillwriting]

A Thousand Leaves

The Eyes of A Son - Part 6

Characters: The character Henry is inspired by several of Bill Skarsgård's characters but mostly The Kid from Castle Rock. The rest are my own original characters.

Setting: The story is set in the early 90s in a nameless town.

Warnings: 18+, abuse, violence, death, blood and diseases, age difference, smut, kinks and fetishes, jealousy, victim blaming, smut, religion.

Notes: This chapter can be triggering!

Eric Kiehl was a man of reason even if his wife was far from it. While she believed in the most spiritual teachings he didn't really believe anything of it. Religion had beautiful stories but nothing more than that. He was sure of it.

He knew his wife Bea was fascinated by the young man they had let move in with them. Tha tall, skinny boy had been through a lot but she made him to something more. Everything she thought was special with him was something spiritual, otherworldly. Eric had also liked the boy, something in him made him think about their son, Isaiah. Their son had died tragically in a boat accident and had left the family and their home empty. It was strange meeting Henry. He didn't look like Isaiah but both he and his wife recognized the warmth and eyes full of love from their son. Attributes they had never seen in their daughter.

But things had changed. He could still see his son in Henry sometimes but he could also see something else. It was strange seeing Bea and her female friends around him, giggling like school girls. He had even seen them touch him. First he believed they took advantage of him. Used the fact that Henry was weak mentally to be able to touch a young handsome man but then he saw it. Henry's smirk. His hands caress the women's waists. Even his wife's. His daughter was the same and showed a side of herself he didn't like. She was jealous and controlling. And he had heard them. Having sex. He had heard Henry having sex with other women too. He didn't even know who they were. Henry invited them into their home when it was dark and slept with the women in his son's old bed. His wife didn't believe him and continued to care for him like he was a wounded puppy. One day he finally got her to agree to help Henry to find something of his own.

They were about to tell it to the boy, make him understand he must learn to take care of himself but something stopped those plans. Henry's wounds, the wounds his wife called stigmata, started to bleed and didn't stop. Just like Jesus'. Bea was sure it was stigmata. The man was a saint.

Henry had asked for him to drive him to the hospital. Of course he did and when he looked back at Henry he could see his son again. Henry felt like Isaiah at that moment and he would care for him like he was him.

×××

Irma and Bea sat and watched Henry sleep. The doctors thought he had some unusual form of hemophilia and would try every possible treatment for it. But it was much they didn't want to tell Bea and Irma, they noticed. Of course, Henry was a grown up and there were things they couldn't just tell them without his consent. Irma looked at the doctor curiously. They stood outside the room's window and talked with serious faces. But one of them also laughed and dragged a hand over his face. Irma didn't want anything more than to hear what they talked about.

She heard her mom crying next to her. She didn't look at her. She was a bit tired of her mother's big feelings especially when Henry was her boyfriend and she didn't cry as much as her mother. It was silly, she acted like he was her son.

In the waiting room sat Eric but he wasn't alone. Five women sat in the waiting room. Two of them he recognized as his wife's friends, another he recognized as his colleagues' daughter. He didn't think so much about it until he heard the women say Henry's name. Over and over. They were all there for Henry. Married women and girls that hadn't even celebrated their twentieth birthday.

Eric thought back on Henry in the car. The eyes from their son. He was special, the women probably just felt it too. He thought about his son and Henry. How Henry would stay with them. He sat looking out the window when several people started to scream. He looked around confused and then looked down at the floor. Like an army they came from nowhere. They came from all directions. Crickets and cockroaches.

×××

The hospital staff moved the patients to other sections of the hospital and forced the visitors to leave. Family Kiehl heard people talk about how the insects must have lived in the walls and Irma thought the same. They had lived in the walls and maybe a small earthquake or something made them come out. But her mother had another theory.

"Don't you understand? It's Henry! The stigmata and now this? It's like Moses in Egypt!"

Irma didn't know what her mother talked about. They sat in the couch group in the house of the Kiehl couple, all three of them.

"So what? Is he Moses?" Asked Irma uninterested. Her mother had started to go too far in her thoughts. She sounded like a lunatic.

"He is the savior. He has come back. Judgement Day is near."

Irma gave her mother a look of mocking.

"I didn't know you were like, christian? I thought you were all for nature and stuff."

Her mother nodded with big eyes. She looked out in the air.

"But Henry has shown me the truth."

Irma didn't know how she should answer her mother and sat quietly. She thought back on Kevin's story. Maybe there was some truth to it. It actually seemed like Henry had saved all those women from their awful husbands.

Eric sat quietly, he just listened in the beginning but then shut off. He knew more than the women in his family. He had seen other sides of Henry. He once again thought back on the moment in the car. His son's eyes. But then he remembered something else, something he hadn't taken in at that moment. Henry in the rearview mirror. It wasn't his son's eyes. Henry's eyes were black as night and seemed to swallow the light around him. It was just a second. A second he hadn't thought about, like his brain didn't see it as anything important. It was strange how his brain had made it feel like something ordinary when he now realized he had seen the real Henry. The evil inside of him.

×××

Irma answered the phone at her parents house three days later. She often answered their phone because of old habits, it didn't feel like it was so long ago she had lived there.

It was Henry's doctor saying that he would be able to go home. The bleeding had stopped for now from the treatment and Henry had more energy. The news made Irma perk up and she thanked the doctor several times. She hadn't noticed her father stopping on the way to the kitchen to listen to her phone call in the hallway. He tried to understand what made his daughter so happy and thought about Henry. It felt like that was the only thing that could make the women in his family so happy nowadays.

"What was that all about?" He asked curiously. Irma gave him a surprised look and then looked around worriedly.

"Ehh… It was my job? They have heard I was here when they couldn't reach me at home."

Eric nodded a little but it felt like his daughter lied.

"And they gave me a new job," she said and faked a big smile but after having thought of Henry the smile became a real one.

"Oh, that's good, honey. But the article about Henry…?"

"Oh, yeah we will see."

Irma didn't want to write it anymore. He was a wounded man. A wounded man she loved.

She started to put on her outerwear and her father continued to look at her.

"Where are you going now?"

"Home. I need to prepare for the job."

Irma still smiled because she would go to the hospital. She would have Henry all by herself now. He was hers and her parents had started to forget that.

Henry sat on the bed when she came into the room. He wore his own clothes and smiled at her.

"Hey Irma," he said sweetly. His hands were still in bandages but now there were no bloodstains on it.

"Hey baby," she said back and with confidence she walked up to him and gave him a kiss. He looked at her surprised but then smiled.

"Again," he said with a low voice and laid his hands on her waist. Irma looked down at his big hands, it felt good having them there. She wanted his hands all over her. She gave him one more kiss but this time he deepend it, made her separate her lips so their tongues could say hello to each other. Irma giggled. Finally she got to be close to him again. There, her mother or young stupid girls couldn’t destroy their happiness. She straddled his lap and that made him lean back on his elbows.

"You want my cock, don't you?" He whispered.

Irma looked at him with big eyes. She could see they were completely black but right then and there it felt like it was a normal thing. It was nothing to react to.

"I don't want anything more…"

He looked down at his crotch and it made Irma do the same. With another guy she wouldn't be that girl that unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans but with Henry it felt like she would starve if she didn't. She didn't think about that they were in a hospital, with the blinds open. Anyone could see them.

She looked at his cock like it was a masterpiece. It was beautiful, so beautiful she sighed in wonder.

"Honey?" Said Henry and Irma looked up at him with all her senses pointed at him.

"I think you should ride me… And then I can give you a gift."

Irma nodded and took off all her clothes. Henry laid on the bed, looking at her with the black eyes and smirked by seeing her naked skin.

"That's a good example…" he whispered to himself with the same smirk.

Irma straddled his lap again and when she guided his cock to her opening he laughed.

"I will give you the best gift… My offspring."

×××

Irma looked at the man next to her in the passenger seat with a warm smile. She still saw that wounded man but also something more. She couldn't describe what it was. Maybe it was light? Or the opposite? It was something more she couldn't put her finger on but he was gorgeous, mesmerizing and sexy. She loved him. She even worshiped him even if that word didn't come up in her head when she looked at him. But she did.

"Can we go home to your parents? I just want to eat well and sleep…" he said sweetly. Irma really wanted to take him home to hers but she couldn't say no to him.

"Of course, baby…" she said with a smile and dragged her hand over his smooth neck. Henry smiled. She still saw the black eyes but still didn't react to it. It was just a part of him now.

×××

Eric came home to an empty home after having done some grocery shopping. It was nice to get some time alone and try to think about something else than Henry, the cockroaches and crickets. He knew Bea had her new age meeting and Irma had her job. He thought about stretching out the couch with a beer and maybe put on a video. He had bought some cheap ones in the video store. While putting the groceries in the fridge he heard it. A giggle. It didn't sound like either his wife or daughter so he furrowed his brows in confusement. When he heard it again he took one of the knives in the knife stand and armed himself. There was a woman in his home even if it was just him there.

"Hello? Who's there?" He shouted while spinning the knife in his hand nervously.

He didn't give an answer but instead heard a woman moan. It sounded like another woman he hadn't heard before. It must be Henry, once again he had taken an unknown woman to their home. But Henry didn't have a key. It was confusing but he still was sure it was Henry and that got confirmed when he heard Henry laugh.

"Eric? Your fucking pussy! Don't you dare to come in?" He shouted. Eric swallowed hard. He didn't like the insult and with a beating heart he walked into the living room where he had heard them.

Henry sat on the couch, completely naked and smirked with black eyes. Around him were all the women from Bea's new age group. Two of them took turns to jerk him off while a third sat between his legs with a lowered head. Eric didn't even want to think about what she was doing down there, so down low while Henry's feet were up on the coffee table.

"What the fuck…?" Eric said, dropping the knife from all the overwhelming feelings.

"Bea! Your husband is home!" Shouted Henry and let a fourth woman kiss his neck. Eric looked around confused until Bea came out from the bedroom as naked as all the others.

"I'm sorry Eric… But he is… The One," she said with a low voice. Eric just shook his head and was close to tears.

"What fucking is this?" He said. His voice broke by the tears in his throat.

"It's called an orgy. You should leave us alone if you don't want to see me fuck you wife just like I fucked your daughter."

Eric felt the tears stream down his cheeks and ran out from the living room, through the hallway and out on the porch. He cried loudly with such heavy chest pains it felt like a heart attack. He sat down on the stairs and tried to calm himself down. He breathed deeply for a long time, he couldn't even say for how long he sat there.

"Dad?" Are you okay?” He heard his daughter ask and he looked up. Irma stood in front of him and just behind her stood Henry. Both of them looked worriedly at him with big eyes. Eric looked at Henry in confusion at first but then the anger pushed in his chest and took over his body.

"You fucking little shit!!" He screamed and attacked Henry so violently Henry fell down on the ground. Eric gave him kick after kick in the head while screaming loudly.

"Dad! Stop! Stop!" Screamed Irma and tried to make her dad stop kicking Henry that laid curled up on the pavement.

He didn't stop until two of their neighbors took a hold of him. Eric cried violently and looked down at Henry who was completely bloody in his face. Almost all of their neighbors stood outside and looked at them, looking at Eric lose his mind. They saw how a man of reason became a monster.

Eric looked down at Henry who coughed blood while Irma sat with his head in her lap and cried.

"What is happening here?!" Screamed someone behind Eric. He recognized that voice all too well. He turned around and met his wife's eyes. She had both clothes and outerwear on and a new haircut. She shook her head and looked at him like she was terrified.

"How could you..?" She said and looked down at Henry. She also sat down next to Henry.

"Call an ambulance!" Said Bea and looked at her neighbors. "And the police," she said harshly and looked at her husband. Eric cried heavy tears. He didn't understand at all what was happening. Had he lost his mind?

Henry looked up at him with big eyes. His son's eyes but then smirked. His multicolored eyes got darker and darker and were soon so black they seemed to absorb the light around him.

"Please take him away from me…" he sobbed while looking at the women of Eric's family. His eyes were still black but the women didn't react to it.

"Of course. We will never ever let him into our life again," said Bea comforting and looked at her husband coldly even if he screamed of sadness.

×××

It wasn't hard for Eric to be released from the cops. He knew them all and none of them had seen what happened. But there was also one more thing. The police chief looked at him examining when he told them about Henry. The things that felt all too unbelievable he left out but he told them how he had made sexual approaches to both his daughter and wife and was on almost every woman close to them. The deputy next to the chief smirked amused but the older police looked at Eric with a serious expression.

"Can you leave us alone a bit?" He said to the deputy who answered with a confused look but walked out from the interrogation room.

"I've seen him. Outside of high school. Talking with the older students… The female students. I've always got bad vibes. He feels like the perverted type. And… One of the girls who I've seen him with is pregnant now. Her mother is on her way to move to run from the gossiping but her husband seems to want to stay here…" said the police with a low voice. He maybe shouldn't talk like that but it was just gossip, something Eric Kiehl could have heard somewhere else.

Eric nodded and let his thoughts go wild. The women he had taken home were maybe young girls. There was something really wrong with Henry.

"Can you check him up a bit? Like… See what you can find about the kidnapping?"

The police laughed.

"I don't even believe he got kidnapped. He just had gay sex and locked himself up."

"Why would he do that?"

"Who the fuck knows. I heard some things…"

Eric looked at him with big eyes and the police shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing I can tell you but it's fucked up shit."

When Eric got released he sat down at a bench close to the police office. He hadn't anywhere to go and didn't have energy to try to talk with his family. Henry had completely manipulated them. He really needed to find out more about the kid. Even the police chief thought the guy was creepy.

The town looked as sleepy as it always had done, there weren't many people out in the cold November weather but it had spread another coldness in the town Eric hadn't noticed and more and more young women realized they were pregnant…

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#bill skarsgård #bill skarsgard #fan fiction #writing #story #bill skarsgård writing #bill skarsgård fanfiction #fiction #castle rock #the kid #castle rock fiction #henry deaver

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Buds Bloom in Spring

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warning: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae/god Dom, fluff, smut, we all deserve some happy, spring puns, fear, PTSD, a few mentions of sexual assault and miscarriage (Dom), some angst, needy boys, bites/marking, commands, masterbation, facials, cum shot, teasing, body worship, almost annoying amounts of love and worship, god puns, Col being silly, Col being cocky af, lactation kink, cum tasting, cliffhanger (sexy one) ☠️ rating: explicit ☠️ shared ideas by: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤 Dom centric body worship chapter because: happy birthday Dom! 🎂

Dom was nervous. He knew he should be relaxed, they'd literally just destroyed the only people after them but he was anxious sitting with his pups with all their people milling around. He wanted to trust their clans but there was a small voice in the back of his mind whispering they had never caught whoever Megna convinced to help her. He knew it wasn't Tavis- he was a last minute weapon that she used wrong, and it wasn't Eric- he was her last ditch effort. He worried that meant there was someone about who helped to poison him and his children. It was impossible for him to enjoy the food unless explicitly brought to him by Inga but she didn't mind. She was just as careful as he was honestly.

The party was in full swing, almost everyone was deep in their cups and wild. He knew part of it was the relief but honestly he knew their people loved to have fun- any excuse was a good excuse. It was normally a beautiful sight to him but he was scared. He couldn't get rid of it completely. It was incredible to witness all three- now four clans mingling even though the newest additions were a small number. For now. It was obviously a little split, they couldn't completely get their human villagers comfortable with their magical ones but as long as they weren't fighting it was fine.

Kol'son was close of course, he'd shifted back and their son had thankfully followed suit but the man was more drunk than he probably meant to be. Dom was used to being pawed at, he loved it normally but with everything that had tumbled from his mouth that day he was… sensitive. To say the least. He wasn't annoyed, he adored the Viking and totally understood his need for libations. The god had been through hell right along with him, he deserved the peace of mind that alcohol and their kin's herbs hopefully brought. Dom just didn't feel comfortable taking part. He wanted to be sober just in case. There was a sick feeling in his stomach and he wasn't sure if it was the revenge, their newly growing babe, or his fear.

"Mmm, who's the most beautiful bitch at this feast?" Kol purred as he leaned over to his wife's throne and kissed his cheek. He could feel there was something off but he couldn't place what it was which always drove him insane.

"Ciarán?" Dom teased back, feeling enough levity to at least play along and they both searched out their happy son in the crowd. Cia was dancing with his uncles, his arms tangled around Tom's neck. He was obviously sleepy but warring with himself. He'd be out before long but they trusted their brothers to care for him.

"Close, but no." The god hummed, his lips working a trail down the boy's neck. Normally the siren would be pushing into it, begging with his body and mind that they get even closer but he only tilted his head and that more than anything worried the wolf.

"Rose?" He teased, gently rocking the basket their daughters were in. The boy's had their own as if they'd accidentally paired alpha and omega together. It wasn't on purpose though, which babes were most comfortable with each other could change daily. Sometimes they switched who they wanted to snuggle with and at times they wouldn't calm unless they were all close together.

"Definitely close, but no. You're the prettiest bitch. But I'll remember to tell the kids you implied they were." He joked, chuckling when Dom scoffed.

"Oh but it's good enough for me?" The boy asked, his jade eyes innocent and wide as his gaze met Kol'son's and made his heart stutter. They'd been together for years but it never mattered, Dom would always be so gorgeous it took his breath away.

The Viking sighed, his lips curling in a dopey smile and he cupped his queen's cheek and caressed his pink skin with his thumb. "You've always been my bitch." He teased, the tip of his thumb ghosting over his lover's bottom lip. "From thrall to goddess. Why am I not surprised? I thought you were one the day I found you with my father's sword between your legs."

Dom choked, his cheeks turning even redder at his husband's words. Gods the man was smashed, he didn't normally talk so sweetly in front of others but he hoped no one heard that and took it wrong. The selkie huffed, biting the tip of his daidí's finger and sucking softly. He wasn't surprised by the way his belly flipped or the way his core tingled, if anything he was thankful. He was scared the goddess of rot had broken something inside him but he wasn't daft enough to think everything would be perfect automatically. "I'd raver your sword between 'em."

A low growl rumbled in the alpha's chest and he stood without another word. He honestly didn't give a fuck if the feast was in their name, they'd spent time with their people and it was time to get his mate alone, it'd be going on for days anyway. Dom didn't know which he was more impressed by- the way his husband gripped both baskets in one hand or the moment he slipped an arm under the siren's ass and scooped him up as well. A high squeak escaped him that of course the man chuckled at but he was thrown half over the brute's shoulder and couldn't help but be embarrassed.

'We've got the boy. Would you like us to take the babes?' Mod's voice floated through their minds but Dom shook his head. He needed them close and it would be better if no one had to come knocking every time little mouths needed fed. He thought a quick thank you but couldn't really look up, his husband had him at an awkward angle though he wouldn't complain. Kol'son's ass might be less plump than his own but let's be real- no one had an ass like him and he adored every inch of his mate anyway. Down to his perky sweet butt. The moment night air surrounded him instead of the smoky great hall he let one hand wander down his daidí's back to tuck inside the back of his pants. The Viking stumbled before hiking Dom more stable on his shoulder and he pulled the boy's tunic up. The siren squeaked, a fresh trickle of slick escaping his overheated folds but he blushed even warmer. He walked around naked frequently but having just his ass and pussy on display in the cool night air was surprisingly erotic.

He didn't know what his husband's next move would be but the position certainly brought back memories of their first walk together. It must have for the god as well because in the next moment he felt fangs scraping over the first bite Kol ever gave him. "Alpha?" He whimpered, his half hard cock twitching against his lover's skin. The walk was bumpy but it brought him vibrations of arousal and the night stayed silent around them. It was oddly peaceful besides their growing harsher breaths and his low whines.

Kol sighed when he finally got them back to their hut. The walk had felt too long and too short at the same time. Part of him was scared to treat this like any other night. He didn't exactly know how to approach sex after everything he knew Dom went through. He hadn't been thinking and he knew he was too intoxicated but they both had needs and he wasn't scared to try… just terrified to break the boy more. He kicked the door closed behind them before setting their babes down in the nest, they were fine in their baskets until they woke up. He was more careful with his queen than he normally would be- cradling the back of his neck and wrapping his arm around his plush thighs as he laid him down. It wasn't just an emotional thing, he was carrying incredibly precious cargo and after everything they'd been coming to terms with he had to be gentle.

Dom smiled up at his lover but the moment his spine hit the bed and his second skin the Viking started to pull away. There was a nervous clench to the man's jaw that had him worried. Kol backed up enough to help him undress but those gorgeous blue eyes never met his and the tightness in his jaw never relaxed. "Daidí?" He asked softly, his voice barely above a breath. He wanted to pull him close but maybe he was still anxious too because the moment he was bare he let his god step away.

Kol'son walked around the room and lowered their fires before stripping off his own clothes and crossing his arms as he stared at the boy he loved more than anything. Dom was laying out, his legs fallen open, his hand resting over the soft swell of his belly. He hadn't even had time to lose his bump and now it would grow full again. He couldn't wait. It always made the siren a goddess but… he truly was one. He couldn't help wondering if the glow under his pale skin was the baby or his magic or some perfect combination of both. Dom's toes were curling in his fur below him, betraying his nerves but at least he could see the kid's arousal in the twitch of his dick and the slick wet shine over his pretty pink pussy. Even his nipples were wet, the sucked rosy buds matching his core and the tip of his cock. "What scares you?" The god didn't mean to ask it, he was just terrified of how to handle himself and he thought honesty was best. He wouldn't hurt him.

Dom startled, a soft breath escaping him. He didn't know exactly how to answer but he knew his lover was only trying to help. "She touched me." He whispered, his gold reflective gaze darting to his shaft before he looked back to Kol. The alpha was hard for him, his cock hanging heavy and red between his strong thighs. His knot was already threatening to pop, pulsing at the base. His golden skin was shiny with sweat and his muscles were twitching all over as if he was fighting himself not to lunge.

His jaw clenched, his lip pulling up in a snarl before he caught himself and relaxed. "That's mine but… it's also yours. Will you touch yourself for me? I know you need me to erase it but… I think it'll help you more if you start." He knew it didn't exactly make sense but it did to him. He wanted the boy to prove to himself he didn't need Kol to feel better. He had his own power. His own strength. It's what the man fell in love with when they were just a man and a seal pup.

Dom tried to breathe deep but everything was trembling. His demons were trying to flash the memory of her in his mind but his mate had asked him for something. He wouldn't let him down. His palm caressed over his belly and he felt himself go softer as he curled a fist around his dick. He was thankful when his husband walked closer and knelt next to the bed, his pheromones thick enough he could taste them on the back of his tongue. "That's it. A little more? Squeeze. Pull the hood back for daidí? Want to see you." The god's voice shook, his hot breath smelled of those spiced herbs and wine and it tickled the siren's skin. He did as he was told of course, his thumb rubbing over the head of himself to draw back his foreskin and a bead of precum trailed down his shaft.

It reminded them both of their early days. Dom had been so innocent and naive to the point he called orgasms 'feeling good'. They made love before the prince ever even jacked off. He learned how to pleasure his master before himself. Kol taught him that as well, talking him through it until he found every little thing that made him squirm and whimper. He'd started to go soft but he felt himself filling again until his dick was throbbing but he kept everything slow. Soft. He didn't want to cum without his mate.

"Feel good ástin min? Hard for me- for yourself aren't you?" That voice dropped to gravel and hinted at a growl and Dom shivered, nodding once. "Fuck yeah you are. Such a gorgeous bitch. Cunts wet too isn't it? Yeah. I can hear it. Making yourself drip. Look how gorgeous you are."

A hand tangled in Dom's hair and tilted his head up so he would actually look down at himself. He'd rather watch his husband drooling over him but he obeyed because he knew it made his alpha happy in all the right ways. He watched himself, the way his fingers looked wrapped around his pulsing shaft, the way precum dripped down and tickled over his skin. He let himself drift at the sounds of his play and his own breathing and the soft growl in his lover's chest. Every stroke drove him closer and closer and he was so lost to it he didn't feel Kol'son moving until a tongue flicked over his cockhead. "Fu-fu-ck!" His voice broke and his pleasure surprised them both- white heat squirting over the Viking's face. His lips weren't curled around the tip so when Dom came he was splashed all over, some of it even dripping over his eyelashes and nose. The siren moaned through it, he couldn't stop himself so he kept rubbing until every drop was free and his toes were curling from overstimulation. He was surprised at his pleasure, normally his core was more involved but while he was soaking between his thighs he wasn't sure he'd cum that way.

Kol blinked slowly as he sat at his wife's feet and licked over his lips. He was suitably surprised, he'd given the boy countless facials but never been given one. He loved burying his face between Dom's legs and getting drowned in his slick and he adored blowing him but that… was a first. Who knew they could still find some? "You look pretty in pearls." The goddess purred before finally letting himself giggle and Kol'son couldn't stop himself from laughing too and preening playfully, posing a few silly ways just to make his mate chuckle harder. Dom laughed until his stomach hurt and when he finally settled he just watched his perfect man slowly wiping his face clean and sucking his fingers clean. He was moving so carefully as if he didn't want a drop to escape. "Filfy whore you is."

Kol grinned, sticking his tongue out that he knew was coated in white before he swallowed his mouthful and crawled up over the boy. "You love it." He hummed back, his voice dripping sex the way his skin dripped sweat over Dom's body. The scent of him was intoxicating and the siren knew he wasn't going soft anytime soon. He needed his lover in a way he couldn't describe. It wasn't his heat- he was pregnant. It wasn't just his fear though that was still there, quieter but there.

"I love you." He whispered, his plumb black lips parting on a happy sigh as Kol settled between his spread legs. His body flinched when that oversized monster cock brushed his folds. He didn't mean to and it hurt his heart but the feeling of that bitch was still fresh. Before Kol could try to pull away or take anything wrong he wrapped his arms around his neck, his legs around the god's waist, and he pulled him down till they were flush together. "Don't go. I won't apologize but you know you ain't doing nuffin wrong." He soothed, letting his hips sway, teasing his dripping core against his alpha's pulsing hot cockhead.

The god groaned, rolling his lip between his teeth as he watched the boy but he had to take him at his word. He just wanted to worship the goddess and erase every bad thought or feeling from him. Wash other people's sins away in his cum and sweat and blood. "I'll make you pure again before I make you fucking filthy." He rasped and he watched as those golden eyes were swallowed by his pupils. He could feel Dom's core clenching and trickling fresh need against his tip. "Should I try fucking another litter into you?" He teased, a smirk curling his lips. He had to be himself and trust Dom to be honest. It was the only way for them to move on.

"You know it don't work like tha'. Jus' one 'is time." The boy huffed back but he was too enraptured to roll his eyes. They both knew he was probably wrong about the number though.

Kol scoffed, arching a brow as he let his hips roll, his dick easing playfully from hole to hole. He pressed a bit harder, letting himself catch first against the boy's ass then his pussy, bouncing his tip against Dom's balls before slipping back down. Everything was so wet they were already squelching and he knew they couldn't be quiet. They just couldn't. "You should really know better by now sweet boy. I'm going to need you to hold on though- see…" He trailed off with a sigh before he pushed himself to sit up with Dom wrapped around him and he let his palms pet down the siren's back to grip his ass hard. "I've been holding back for years, just a little. You can take me now though can't you? My goddess. You want to see if we can break the bed?" Dom whimpered but nodded, his claws making pinprick marks on Kol's skin. When the wolf smiled next it was pure power and it caught his breath in his chest but the next words truly made him melt. "Good boy."

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I hope you enjoyed Dom's (kind of) birthday chapter! I wanted to write something special for him but I didn't know if I could work in his actual birthday so hopefully this works. They're still dealing with stuff but I think they'll be okay 👀 How much more intensive can they get? Will they break the bed? Will the babies interrupt? Will Dom accidentally make everyone fertile and bring spring too early? Doesn't Kol look pretty in pearls? 🫣🖤☠️

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