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the-fiction-witch · 1 month

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ȳdragon

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader

Rating SMUT

Hello! Thank this amazing individual @madame-fear for helping me find the link for the translation for all the valyian language, please please go check them out there is so SO much good HOTD stuff they've done, but big thank you for helping me out with this one!

I lay on my back surrounded by the red and black sheets, many of them tossed and strange from my squirming, my hands tied against the bedposts with silk red fabric, my body covered only by my thin white cotton dress, my hair sprawled on the pillows, my body squirming and contorting, my knees up and my legs pushed as far apart as they will go. Daemon's rough hands against my thighs his fingertips squeezed into my skin forcing my legs to remain open no matter how much I squirmed against my bed. We had been at this for hours and we would be at it hours more if he had his way, His Targaryen hair was all I could see if I glanced down as he buried his head between my legs, he teased me licking my outer labia before his deep voice vibrated against my skin.

"ȳdragon, [Speak]" he demanded,

I whined feeling my cunt throb with desire for his attention, "Daemon please I-"

"ȳdragon. [Speak.]" He demanded again with more authority,

"kessa ñuha jorrāelagon, [Yes my love,]" I cooed,

"Sȳz dārilaros [good princess]" He cooed peppering kisses against my throbbing clit,

I gasped and pulled at my wrist restraints, "Uh..." I squirmed against his kisses, "Kostilus dombo, iksan already sīr ēdrugī daemon, [Please no more, I'm already so tired daemon]"

"Daor ēva ao've tetan rehearsing dārilaros, [Not until you've finished rehearsing princess,]"

"kostilus seper syt iā mēre tȳne" I whined,

"kostilus sepār syt iā mēre tȳne, [please just for a one second]" He corrected as he moved down to let his tongue slip inside me moving back and forth to thrust inside me,

"Ahhhh ughhhhh!" I squealed squirming against the bed feeling his firm wet tongue slipping in and out, "Kostilus! dombo. kostilus [Please! no more... please....]" I begged,

"Sȳz dārilaros [good princess]" He cooed moving back up to kiss my clit giving it soft little tender kisses that only wind me up further,

"bisa iksis cruel! [This is cruel!]" I whined,

"Kostilus lo ao practiced hae nyke eptan, nyke wouldn't jorrāelagon naejot sagon cruel dārilaros. [Perhaps if you practised as I asked, I wouldn't need to be cruel princess.]" He growled,

"Ikcen trying ñuha sȳrje," I whined,

"Iksan trying ñuha sȳrje. [I am trying my best]" He corrected moving down to tongue fuck me once more,

"UHhhh no!" I whined, trying to squirm and resist the pleasure, "Daemon please!" I whined,

"Ah." He warned, "ȳdragon. [Speak.]" He demanded,

"Kostilus daemon dombo, nyke kivio nyke'll sagon sȳz, nyke kivio nyke'll gaomagon tolī practice [Please daemon no more, I promise I'll be good, I promise I'll do more practice]" I squealed,

"Sȳz dārilaros [good princess]" He cooed moving back up and sucking on my clit clamping his lips around my clit and sucking hard,

"Ughhhhhh ughhhhhh!" I squealed fighting against the ties kicking my feet a little but he gripped my thighs harder,

"AH. ah. ah." He warns, licking my clit with each word,

"AHhhhhh!"

" ȳdra daor squirm dārilaros, ao'll sepār jiōragon aōla punished syt longer [don't squirm princess, you'll just get yourself punished for longer]" he growled between kisses,

"Daemon..." I whined throwing my head back, "Kostilus ñuha jorrāelagon, [Please my love,]"

"Kessa dārilaros? [Yes princess?]"

"Kostilus. ivestragī nyke rest, [Please... let me rest,]" I whined squeezing my thighs on his head, "Kostilus zȳha tolī olvie, iksan already overstimulated daemon, kostilus. sepār iā tȳne hen rest, [Please it's too much, I'm already overstimulated daemon, Please... just a second of rest,]" I begged him,

"Sȳz dārilaros [good princess]" He smirked, pulling back his eyes and staring at me from between my legs, "Se skoros kessa gaomi? naejot ensure gaomā hae emā vestās dārilaros? [And what shall we do? To ensure you do as you have said, princess?] "

"Whatever kessa kostilus ao ñuha jorrgalagon." I cooed,

"Whatever kessa kostilus ao ñuha jorrāelagon. [Whatever will please you my love]" He corrected a glaring look in his eyes as he returned to my dripping cunt,

"Daor kostilus ñuha jorrāelagon! [No please my love!]" I begged before he could slip his tongue inside, "Please... please... please..."

"Kessa dārilaros? [Yes Princess?]" He smirked,

"Dombo tonight, [no more tonight]" I begged,

"se instead? īlon kessa gaomagon skoros ñuha dārilaros? [and instead? we shall do what my princess?]" He growled as he knelt on the bed over me staring down at me,

My eyes wander his bare chest but I am unable to open my mouth,

"ȳdragon. [Speak.]" He demanded as he leant down and held my jaw in his grip,

"Īlon could mazverdagon se olvie vigorous devoted passionate hen bed-breaking jorrāelagon, īlon could sagon isse each tolie's nesh ēva se ñāqes breaks rȳ Zōbriēdar rāenion, īlon could spend se bantis insuring aōha qogron hae ao bury aōha nūmo iemnȳ aōha dārilaros, [We could make the most vigorous devoted passionate of bed-breaking love, we could be in each other's arms until the dawn breaks across Blackwater Bay, we could spend the night ensuring your line as you bury your seed inside your princess,]" I whispered as seductively as I could against his lips, "Would bisa kostilus ao daemon? [Would this please you daemon?] "

He chuckled and stroked down my arms untieing my restrains before he grabbed my hips and forced himself inside me,

"AHhhhhhh!" I screamed feeling him suddenly force himself inside me without warning, feeling his hard cock throb inside of me,

"sȳz riña dārilaros [good girl princess]" He growled holding my jaw as he pulled me into a kiss and began his thrusts, I kissed back throwing my head back as we kissed, clawing my arms down his back and moaning into his mouth as he thrusted...

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Hey gorgeous,

Would you be up for some angst ?

Maybe his niece (rhaenyras younger sister) was always the negleted child and after sometime she gets to be known as one of the greatest targaryens (she claims cannibal and is a beast when it comes to fighting and being a ruler) and she comes to the last dinner before her father dies and sleeps with daemon (who previously in her childhood made her feel worthless)

And when she avoids him after, he goes to her and shes like:

-Just so you know, that meant nothing

-what if it meant everything to me?

-not my problem

All I Ever Wanted

Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: The gods have weighed the scales, now you were only paying everyone their dues. It felt nice to hold the upper hand against your uncle for once.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: mentions/depictions of targcest (uncle and niece), fem!reader, mentions/allusions to sex, angst, bad fam relations, typos, etc.

A/N: idk im tired i hope you like it nonnie. i changed a bunch of stuff about the fic req so T_T i cant believe i managed to make it so long HAHHAHAHH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony

Daemon could not believe it.

He could not believe that he woke up by himself.

He was soaking in his smugness, dripping with self-accomplishment and victory, eagerly rolling over to coo his musings of self-importance to his prey.

Yet you were gone.

And he did not understand it.

He did not appreciate the bile that was threatening to be regurgitated out of his pallet. A line grew between his brows as he ripped his blanket off. He roughly dressed himself in breeches and a shirt, then stormed out of this chambers.

Part of him was relieved to find you so quickly, another part was in pure offence to how nonchalant you acted in the gardens, eating a pear as you read a book.

"Skoro syt issi ao kesīr sīr early isse se ñāqatubis?" Daemon cut through your concentration on your page. You turned to him halfway through his sentence, full mouth slowing in its chewing.

"What do you mean 'why are you here so early in the morning', uncle?" you narrow your eyes, shaking the hanging foot from your crossed leg. The heavy, red velvet of your skirt barely moved at your actions.

Daemon walks over to you, unkempt long, platinum hair blowing with the morning breeze along with his loose shirt, "you should have woken up with me."

You watch him as he nears. When he reaches the bench you were sat upon, you bring your book to your lap, one hand in between the pages of where you stopped reading, "and why should I have done so, uncle?"

The tone in which you say this with simultaneously angers and excites Daemon. He adores a good challenge. You both know that.

The prince reaches out to your face, tilting your head up to him, "I'm not done with you, niece."

You roll your eyes. He chuckles as you stand.

You thoughtlessly discard the core of the fruit to the side and release your grip on your book in order to clamp it under your arm, "iksis ziry daor obvious bona iksan tetan lēda ao?"

Daemon stills. He watches as you, his sweet little niece, defiantly staring at him. You spat such words as 'is it not obvious that I am finished with you?' to him? Your uncle? Your star? He who you viewed as holy as the Seven you were so devout to? No. This surely was a jest. A game of cat and mouse.

Daemon's lips curve into a lopsided grin. He opens his mouth to join in the banter, and yet he was not given an opportunity to speak.

"I will leave now, since you're clearly persistent to bother me," you coldly say, moving past him in all audacity.

A scoff actually leaves him because of this. He catches your arm, lowly and dryly chuckling, "rūda lēda aōha tymptir, byka genes."

Quit with your game, little mouse.

"I'm not playing, and I'm not a mouse," you snip, pulling your arm out of his grip.

Now you were both looking at each other with furrowed brows, equally long and light air wafting with the wind.

"I got what I wanted from you, Daemon."

You word this so plainly, so carelessly, and yet it pokes at him, makes his insides churn.

"I've scratched my itch. I've satiated my curiously," you release the tension between your brows to contort your face into scorn, "I've unraveled you, and found you're just another man-- greedy, self-absorbed, and cannot show for all the talk they give."

Daemon scoffs, eyes narrowing. He steps closer, raising his nose as he lets your words get under his skin, "it is too early to toy with me like this."

The eyeroll you give strikes a chord in him as you mutter, "ah, kepus, ao sagon getting uēpa. Ȳdra daor ao jiōragon ziry?" Oh, uncle, you're getting old. Don't you get it? The hardness in his face falters when you continue, "there's no game between us. There's nothing."

Daemon pulls his head back. No. That's not you.

You slowly shake you're head, ratifying, "Iksan gaomagon lēda ao."

I'm done with you.

But who were you?

Last night, the young girl he used to braid the hair of burst into the hall, uninvited, with purpose. His decaying brother, Viserys, and the Hightower bitch was shocked, even your sister, Rhaenyra, was. Daemon, though, was amused by the the theatrics and whispered this your ear, telling you that you copied him.

It was clear when you replied, "except I was not exiled, uncle. I left and returned on my own will. Something you have never done and never will," that you were not that little girl anymore.

He watched you as you moved, as you carried yourself in the room with not a hint of reluctance. You came as... a woman. A woman.

His breath caught in his lungs as you recounted your stories with your beloved Cannibal, much to the aghast looks of others. He was not one of those who laughed at the notion your frailer version gave of claiming the dragon, and yet still, he could hardly believe the words that you surely uttered by your bitten lips himself.

Oh, your lips that then mused more private stories for his ears only later that night, your lips that he then took between his teeth even later, and that he then made to call out his name in the early mornings.

Who were you now?

That woman was not here. You were not the warrior that claimed the dragon, the vixen that clamed his soul, and, sure by the gods, not the little girl that claimed all eagerness to please everyone around her.

Who were you, you who was looking down at him, as though it was not he that read you bedtime stories, he that gave you treats under the banquet table, he that make you come undone beneath him last night?

How dare you discard him?

Daemon regains his gall, "I'm not done with you, niece."

You don't even look at him when you say, "I don't care," and walk away with that stupid book in your hands.

His nostrils flare. "Don't you fucking walk away from me," he quips, unwilling to chase, unwilling to bend or beg.

He watches as you make your way farther.

Against himself, in a brand of desperation, he hastens after you, grabbing your arm, pulling you back to face him. He heaves at your idle gaze, "you've worn my patience."

"It's only fair," you purse your lips, "you worn my time for nothing."

One of Daemon's eyes twitches.

"Bullshit," he chuckles.

You shrug and it enrages him.

It is bullshit and you both know it. And yet somehow, he's beaten to the punch again. He's left defenseless before his little niece and it's ripping at his seams.

"I honestly expected more from you, uncle," you pout, "but then again, I only thought so highly of you because I was a naïve child, just like you said I was all those years ago."

Daemon could not even respond as you hypnotize him by pushing his hair behind his ear, "I've met many men whilst my travels with Cannibal. Though I did appreciate your company, I'm sure you'd agree last night was as lack lustre as it was for me, right, uncle? Since you'd had a great many women yourself."

He watches you as you lean in. He can see the sheen, smell the remnants of pear on your mouth.

This was a trap. There was no real answer. He's been choked. You knew this. And now your lips were curving up.

"Your mind games don't work on me, child," Daemon finally gets to speak.

You laugh outright. You grab his arm as you sigh, "what? Is it so scary to reply to my words you evaded the question altogether?"

In another world, he'd have gone red faced at your words, but no, your mind games don't work on him.

But, oh, it does.

You got him piping like a kettle.

"Just so we're perfectly clear, uncle, so that I am certain we're on the same page," you clutch your book into your chest, "know, that everything, last night, meant nothing to me."

He speaks before he thinks. He can't even hate himself for it because he speaks like he can't even hear himself, "what if it meant everything to me?"

You knit your brows. You scoff out a chuckle, "now who's playing, Daemon?"

His breath audibly hitches. You hear it. You smile, "that's not really my problem, now is it?"

You horribly, so, so gently rub the pad of your thumb on his lips. He freezes as you turn back. Daemon watches you walk away for the second time. This time, he does not run after.

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lessthansix · 4 months

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‘Indeed it can,’ cried Stephen eagerly. ‘Come, let us take our pulses.’ Dr Ramis pulled out his watch, a beautiful Bréguet with a centre seconds hand, and they both sat gravely counting. ‘Now, dear colleague, pray be so good as to imagine–to imagine vehemently–that I have taken up your watch and wantonly flung it down; and I for my part will imagine that you are a very wicked fellow. Come, let us simulate the gestures, the expressions of extreme and violent rage.’ Dr Ramis’ face took on a tetanic look; his eyes almost vanished; his head reached forward, quivering. Stephen’s lips writhed back; he shook his fist and gibbered a little. A servant came in with a jug of hot water (no second bowls of cocoa were allowed). ‘Now,’ said Stephen Maturin, ‘let us take our pulses again.’ ‘That pilgrim from the English sloop is mad,’ the surgeon’s servant told the second cook. ‘Mad, twisted, tormented. And ours is not much better.’ ‘I will not say it is conclusive, said Dr Ramis. ‘But it is wonderfully interesting. We must try the addition of harsh reproachful words, cruel flings and bitter taunts, but without any physical motion, which could account for part of the increase.’

Master and Commander, Patrick O’Brian

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skzinka · 9 months

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“ BREACH OF CONTRACT ”

timeline : january, 2022

summary : this kind of decision isn't easy, but maybe it was necessary. ft. lua of ateez

word count : 2.4k>

looking at her reflection in the mirror, inka found her face simply repulsive. her eyes seemed dull, lifeless, her pale face was like that of the vampires in the movies — she could easily have entered enhypen's blood suckers concept alongside calista. a nervous laugh escaped her lips before she rubbed her eyes with the back of her sleeve, today was a special day. it had been a month since the day she'd last set foot in the dormitory, a month that she hadn't replied to the countless messages from her members, a month she hadn't set foot in the agency, prompting her manager to put her on temporary hiatus. of course, many questions had been asked, to which she kindly replied that if they wanted her back, they'd have to leave her alone for a while — what they did, surprising as it was. but now, she had to take matters into her own hands and decide what to do with her future.

so, she slipped on her shoes, despite the incessant sighs escaping from her cold lips. « are you sure you don't want me to come with you? » — the voice behind her back asked softly, drawing a small smile from her as she shook her head negatively, « it's okay. i have to do it myself. »

rising to her feet and pivoting towards lua, the latter moved towards her, slipping her arms around her best friend's figure. « whatever decision you make, i'll always be by your side, okay? » inka felt her heart warming in her chest as she shook her head positively this time, « thank you yuehua, for everything you did to me. i couldn't have stood it without you. » — slightly apart, observing the sincerity in each other's eyes, lua placed her hands against her best friend's cheeks, pressing them lightly, « no matter what kalaya, you're an amazing woman. » a smile appeared on the brunette's face and she nodded, slipping one last time into the arms of the only person who had been able to reassure her properly.

after a brief farewell, she finally set foot outside, hurrying to her manager's car that would lead her straight to the hell she had previously refused to return to. buckling her belt, she sighed again, biting her lower lip nervously, her leg bouncing with stress — glancing in the rear-view mirror, her manager suddenly spoke up, in a voice filled with concern, « how do you feel? »

glancing at the driver before hiding in the hood of the sweatshirt she was wearing, inka shrugged her shoulders, staring at the void through the car window, « horrible. i already feel sick just being in the car. »

the situation was much more delicate than he had thought. and worst of all, he had no idea what to do to cheer her up — so he decided simply to leave her alone until he reached the agency, concentrating on the road ahead. inka thought it would be a good idea to turn her phone back on, all this to deal with numerous long-ignored notifications. glancing quickly at a few of them, she began to feel so bad that an urge to vomit gripped her stomach. how could she ignore her caring friends like that? heartbreaking messages from jeongin and jisung stabbed her in the heart, « no wonder why he's so good at writing sad love songs.. » — she said to herself, trying to ignore the fact that she felt guilty, ashamed and didn't know how to face them after all this time. rubbing the tip of her nose to prevent the tears stinging her eyes from rolling down her cheeks, she locked her phone before tucking it away in her pocket, continuing to ignore the mountain of problems piling up on her back.

after long minutes of driving, which seemed like unbearable seconds to her, the car finally stopped in the underground parking lot of jyp. she stared out the window for a long time, dreading every step she took into the agency — she was completely tetanized, an unknown fear seeping into her every muscle. « you don't have to go, you know.. » announced her manager, who was far too preoccupied with the girl's mental health to leave her in such condition. but despite inka's uncertainty, she had to be brave and keep going. she had to take a step forward in her future for her own good. with a trembling hand, she slowly opened the car door, without glancing at the older man in front of her, « it's okay. i have to do it. » she announced as she stepped outside the car, followed closely by the manager who had promised not to leave her alone for a second.

staring at his shoes as she walked, doing her best not to make eye contact with anyone in the agency, inka hurried to the main lift, climbed up the stairs and stopped in front of her superior's office. but suddenly, she seemed frozen in place, unable to make the slightest movement. she had thought long and hard before coming to that decision, ruminating in lua's bed for nights without sleeping a wink, so why was she hesitating now? the decision was the best one for her, for her health, for her well-being, for her future — so why was it so hard to open the door in front of her?

her breathing quickened as she took a step backwards, her hand trembling as if the temperature were in the negative degrees. her heart seemed to panic, she lost all her means, her manager seemed to be talking to her, but she couldn't hear anything, her voice was completely muffled. tears began to roll down her cheeks uncontrollably, she wanted to scream and vent all the frustration that was consuming her inside. and just as she was about to collapse on the ground, a voice managed to infiltrate beyond the sound barrier she had unconsciously created for herself. instantly pivoting towards the latter, she found herself face to face with her youngest member.

« jeon..gin..? » she barely managed to say, before the young man literally pounced on her. his arms clutched around her, one of his hands positioned at the back of her head as he camouflaged inka's face in his sweatshirt, helping to calm her panic attack. the girl's hands clung to his top, gripping it as if it were her only means of survival — the tears on her cheeks redoubled in intensity, as if she'd kept all the pain in the world inside her, and could finally let it all out. it was horrible to see, a scene capable of distressing anyone, inka's pain was so palpable. « i'm so sorry, » she sobbed, shaking her head against jeongin's sweatshirt, « i'm unforgivable. »

« what are you saying? » he replied softly, pulling away slightly to observe her face attentively, brushing her cheeks with his fingers to wipe away the tears. « you're talking nonsense. i know you needed some time after all that's happened. »

nodding gently, she tried as best she could to control the tears that were rolling down her cheeks — without success. jeongin didn't know what to do to console her, so he simply decided to hold her close to him, laying her ear against his chest so that she could hear the beating of his heart. and after a few minutes, the gesture seemed to work, because kalaya stopped crying, but didn't move away from the young boy. « thank you innie, you're always what i need when my heart aches. » — as if it were the first time she'd ever said something like that to him, jeongin felt the tips of his ears grow hot, his cheekbones too.

as she lifted her face to his, tossing back the few frivolous strands of his hair, a small smile finally appeared on his lips, a smile jeongin hadn't seen in a long time. this simple fact warmed his heart, and he couldn't control his desire to hold her again — so he pulled her against him again, squeezing her as if his life depended on it, as if it were the last time he'd ever see her. inka slipped her arms firmly around him, holding him close to her heart and enjoying the reassuring warmth she had missed so much. thanks to him, she thought of nothing, none of the little problems of her life.

but she was soon brought back to reality.

« you're coming back with us, right? » he asked suddenly, his fox-like eyes shooting straight to the girl's heart. just as she was about to answer, the door to her right suddenly opened, revealing the director, who was relieved to see inka there at last, « ahh, kalaya. come, we need to talk. »

reluctantly letting go of jeongin's hand, inka offered him a gentle smile before stepping inside the office, the door closing behind her. just as she was about to take a seat on one of the chairs in front of her, her eyes fell on an all-too-familiar silhouette : in the second empty seat was none other than bang chan. not wanting to make a scandal of herself in front of her superior, inka sat silently, staring at the floor. what's he doing here?, she asked herself, when she was supposed to have a private meeting without any of her members.

« i've asked bang chan to come, since he's stray kids' leader, he needs to know your final decision. » a certain bitterness crept into your muscles — you wanted to face this situation alone. « so.. fans and stray kids' members have been waiting for you for a month now. we've given you a break, as you requested. but we'd like to know what's going on now. »

inka did not look up and seemed to reflect for a moment. her head was a mess : with so many questions and decisions to be made, like the incessant lyrics of a broken record. before she walked through that door, she had a very clear idea of what she wanted her future to be : a decision that suited her perfectly and that she had thought long and hard about. but now everything seemed to blend together, as if she could no longer say what she really wanted, like an invisible barrier in front of her mouth. cracking her knuckles nervously, she finally looked up at her director, ready to speak — but a voice suddenly overtook hers, « no matter what you're about to say, just know that i'm sincerely sorry and that i'm ready to pay the consequences of my actions. »

it was definitely not what she needed to hear right now — she didn't want to hear him talk at all. the ceo's confused eyes juggled between her face and bang chan's, incomprehension visible on his facial features. but she didn't want to talk about it, she didn't want to explain it, she just wanted to forget it. then, completely ignoring the leader's words, she rose from her seat and approached the desk, placing a piece of paper on its surface, « i want to cancel my contract. »

she could feel two pairs of eyes bubbling towards her, as if lasers were piercing her skull. inka cleared her throat, trying to ignore the boy fidgeting in panic behind her, while concentrating on the tetanized face of her superior. « what? » he asked almost too faintly, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. he probably thought she had some nerves, demanding such a thing after a month's absence — but kalaya intended to remain firm in her decision, and crossed her arms against her chest.

« you heard me right. but.. » — but now she wanted to talk with him alone. « can i talk with you all alone? » she asked, leaning over the desk. the older man nodded and dismissed chan, who reluctantly left the room, casting one last apologetic glance at his younger member.

once the door was locked, inka swiveled back to her superior, who seemed perfectly attentive to her next words. « i want to cancel my actual contract to make a new one. » suddenly, the panic on his face lifted, giving way to an expression of relief, as if she'd just removed a thorn from his side. a wry smile appeared on her lips, feeling much better that he seemed receptive to her request.

« you scared me, for a second i thought you wanted to leave the agency. » inka shrugged, settling into one of the chairs facing the desk, « oh, believe me, i thought about it. » the director raised an eyebrow, observing her with a questioning gaze.

« until a few days ago, i wanted to leave stray kids and the agency. but i thought long and hard about it, and after mature reflection, i've decided to stay, but with a few extra conditions. » a light laugh left the lips of her superior, who leaned over his desk and crossed his arms, « you've got a lot of nerve, you know that? »

kalaya nodded, a wry smile painting her lips. of course, she knew that discussing her contract with the director was a delicate matter, especially when you know that you could be out of a job at the snap of a finger — but she'd rather get fired for having tried than to have given up of her own free will the dream she'd fought so hard to achieve. which was why she had decided to lay her cards on the table and set her conditions, despite the risks involved.

she was a flower in full bloom, ready to weather any storm.

« i know. but i want to continue to be a member of stray kids, but only if people listen to me and treat me with respect. » — and she was absolutely right. the older man nodded, evidently ready to listen to her requests. so with a winning smile, kalaya explained in detail the conditions she hoped would be validated, not imagining for two seconds what was happening on the other side of the door.

« is she really leaving? »

« ..yes. »

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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My bday is 25th sept! (Libra) could u write a mafia byun smut for me pwease!! And congrats on 350!!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Hii! anon i hope you'll like it. also not me forgetting this post in my drafts and publishing it now...

disclaimer: i was able to fufill this request because anon reached out to me in pm and told me she wanted a snuck out scenario and she liked hardcore stuff so i took the liberty of making it dub con. Please skip it if you're uncomfortable with the themes.

Warnings - mafia boss!baek, suggested dub con, nipple play, prey/predator, suggestive, not proofread

Where do you think you're going ? - Libra!Reader & Taurus!Baekhyun

You were on edge as you finally managed to find a way to escape. You were abducted by this mafia group for a week now, maybe even more. It was hard to tell the passage of time when you were not allowed to go out.

As a libra you were quick witted and non confrontational you instantly knew there was no point fighting back when you mysteriously woke up in this room after a night out with your friends.

You complied, didn’t make noise, stayed still. But secretly you observed and plotted to eventually escape.

And that was tonight. You memorized the guard’s surveillance tours and you found the perfect gap to run away.

So you snuck out of the room by the window managing to squeeze your body through the bars. Eventough you were on the first story, you winded up your courage to jump. Your libra nature hyping yourself up.

You jumped and rolled perfectly managing to get out of the building safe and sound, maybe only a few bruises were visible at your knees.

But as you stealthily walked through the bushes of the huge property you heard a voice as cold as winter.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You knew the voice but not the man. It was the mafia boss. You only heard him speak through the door but you never saw him.

Baekhyun.

You started to run as fast as possible but it was all vain because he was a lot faster than you. With ease he caught up to you and tackled you. Both your bodies rolled onto the ground and he landed over you. You were tetanized as he looked at you with an unknown expression swimming in his orbs.

There was a reason Baekhyun didn’t want to see you. It’s because he knew if he did the Bull wouldn’t be able to resist you. The Taurus really falls for the frail and girly appearance of the Libra. He just likes that sensation, he feels like a predator finally getting to stick his fangs in the tender flesh on his prey.

“Why did you get out here?” he asked, putting his weight on your wrist pinned above your head.

You didn't reply anything, only squirmed, trying to break free. But there was no point he was stronger. But as you struggled, some of the buttons of your shirt came undone and exposed the skin of your chest.

Immediately Baekhyun dove in. He started to kiss the base of your neck making his way between your breasts.

“Please” you whimpered, struggling even more.

Completely ignoring you, Baekhyun ripped your shirt off your skin with just one hand. Completely exposing your naked half. He latched his lips on your nipple as you couldn't help but to sigh in unwanted for pleasure. As he teased you, sucking on your nipples and grazing his teeth on your sensitive skin you stopped fighting back, your body betraying you as he forced this pleasure on you.

“Finally you decided to be a good girl”

You nodded with watery eyes.

“Just stay still and I’ll make you see stars” he said, eyes filled with lust as he rolled up your skirt and pushed your panties to the side, uncovering your soaked pussy. Huge hard and menacing cock in the other hand.

“I’ll make sure you never wanna leave again”

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