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kimbappykidding · 2 years

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Imagine dating Mingyu but being inexplicably drawn to his friend Wonwoo

You’d and Mingyu met through the idol circuit and you thought he was stunning the moment you saw him. He apparently thought the same thing about you and you’d been together for 4 months now. While the physical aspects of your relationships came very easily...the other non-physical aspects were slightly lacking. When you were alone together you'd sometimes struggle with things to say and it felt forced. That's why the physical stuff in your relationship had progressed so quickly, it was the only part that felt natural.

You weren't too surprised at this, your relationship was based on your attraction to each other and you were aware neither of you was expecting this to end in marriage. So you were just having fun with a handsome guy, trying not to overthink it when Mingyu introduced you to his friend Wonwoo.

You were struck with Wonwoo the first time you saw him which was off considering he wasn’t your usual type but there was just something about him you liked. He seemed a lot nicer than the guys you usually went for but when he looked at you it made you feel fluttery and you had no idea why. You had no clue why he kept popping up in your dreams or why you tensed when he entered the room. He had a girlfriend and nothing had ever happened between you but there was this tension there that you couldn’t shake.

When Mingyu told you things with Wonwoo and his girlfriend Chae-Won were a bit similar to your situation, with the physical being better than the emotional connection but you were surprised. At first you assumed Wonwoo was too shy and quiet but you’d clearly under-estimated him. So to find out he and his girlfriend were very physical surprised and flustered you a bit. Wonwoo was a very private person and after Mingyu told you, you found yourself watching him whenever you were around Seventeen. Wondering what it was like when his girlfriend was alone with him. Was he the dominant one or her? Did he initiate things? What was it like with him and you couldn't help but be curious and come up with some ideas.

As weeks progressed it was as if everything you heard about Wonwoo made you admire him even more which made sense as Wonwoo was a pretty great person. He was kind, sweet and really dedicated. You had numerous conversations with him about things like sexism and racism and found it freeing how open he was. You actually got along pretty well and part of you started to curse the fact you met Mingyu first. You did feel guilty for thinking this but being around Wonwoo just felt a lot more natural and exciting. You thought Wonwoo felt that too with how the two of you always seemed to end up together at any party or could be found hanging back in some way from the main group so you could talk. It was soon becoming obvious to everyone including your partners. Seventeen were having a games day and you were invited to help coordinate it. It was a pretty fun day but the last event was basketball which was sure to get physical. So the members were taking off anything valuable and Wonwoo had a similar thought. Wonwoo appeared in front of you suddenly "y/n can you hold my glasses so they don't get hurt?". "Of course" you smiled "can I try them on?". Wonwoo nodded "yes but be careful my eyesight is terrible so they might hurt". You laughed "i'm sure they're not too..." before tearing them off "shit you're blind". He laughed "I know, anyway I'll be back soon". You smiled holding them gently "take all the time you need. I'm rooting for you!". Wonwoo smiled and went back to the group. Mingyu had seen the whole thing and noticed how the two of you seemed to naturally gravitate towards each other. Wonwoo's girlfriend was literally feet away but Wonwoo had asked you to hold his glasses not her and you'd happily accepted. Even now your eyes were fixed on Wonwoo and you didn't even seem to notice Mingyu himself was starting the match. Mingyu was obviously a little distracted so was subbed with Vernon giving him more opportunity to watch you. You didn't even notice as he was called off the court. You were too busy commenting on how cute Wonwoo looked when he was squinting with Seungkwan. "The way his little nose scrunches up!" he said and you nodded laughing "yes! So adorable". Mingyu stepped in and put an arm around you "hey". You jumped and Mingyu could swear he saw some guilt on your face but you quickly smiled "hey you! Why aren't you playing?". "I was but I wasn't very good so they benched me" Mingyu explained. "Ow well you'll get them next time" you told him and turned back to the match. You had the decency not to stare at Wonwoo anymore but Mingyu saw you having to stop yourself several times. After the game Mingyu saw you giving Wonwoo his glasses back and what he assumed was you congratulating him for scoring the final basket. Wonwoo seemed to be bashfully denying it but you kept complimenting him and you were both smiling brightly. You looked so happy and Mingyu wondered if you'd ever looked at him like that in the four months you'd been together. He doubted it. He also suspected Wonwoo had never looked at Chae-Won like that either, or vice versa and a odd thought came to him. You had to leave soon after the match was over but the members went for drinks and Mingyu found himself sat with Wonwoo of all people. The day's events were on Mingyu's mind and as he drank his lips became looser. "Do you ever think we're with the wrong people?" Mingyu asked. Wonwoo didn't respond for a few seconds "what do you mean?". "Well y/n and I aren't happy and neither are you and Chae-Won...but you and y/n get on well". Again Wonwoo was quiet for a while before he spoke and he didn't even deny it. "Do you like Chae-Won?" he asked. Mingyu shrugged "I guess. I'm as attracted to her as y/n. What about you?". Wonwoo shook his head "she's your girlfriend". "Ahh but come on! I've seen the way you look at her. I know you find her hot too". Wonwoo shook his head "I'd never do that to you". "But what if she wasn't my girlfriend. What would you say then?". Wonwoo paused thinking "but she's not" he said and conveniently left to get another drink. However Mingyu's question was answered by now sadly Wonwoo had said that last sentence. After that Mingyu was unsure what to do. He knew things with you weren't long term and he was pretty sure you were into his best friend who was also into you but he did like the comfortability of having a partner there whenever he needed them. So he was thinking of just stringing you along for a while longer when he began to get jealous of you and Wonwoo and your clear attraction that neither of you would admit. Then it all reached a breaking point. It was Hoshi's birthday so the guys were throwing a party at their house. You arrived and everyone was their same friendly self, except Mingyu. He had been pretty odd lately but tonight he'd just been downright rude. He wouldn't dance with you, didn't want to talk with you and honestly you weren't even sure why he invited you here until he pulled you closer to him. You knew that's what the basis of your relationship was but he couldn't just treat you like crap and then sleep with you. So you left to go to the toilet and had been avoiding him ever since but Wonwoo found you. You jolted when Wonwoo found your hiding place in a chair behind the bookshelf and held a hand to your heart "you startled me, I thought you were...someone else". Wonwoo realised you meant Mingyu and looked across the room where the boy was drinking heavily. "Is everything okay?" Wonwoo asked and you shook your head but shrugged "but it's okay". Wonwoo knew you didn't mean that and looked around. "Do you want to step outside for a bit?" Wonwoo asked "it's too loud in here and I could do with some fresh air". You knew you probably shouldn't and given the mood Mingyu was in, if he caught you all hell would break loose but you just wanted to get away from all of this so nodded. Wonwoo led the way and gently pushed people aside to let you pass. You followed and finally reached the cold air. You sighed happily and smiled "my ears can breathe!". Wonwoo chuckled "I know! My nose too". "Shall we sit on the steps?" you asked and Wonwoo nodded not commenting on how it was hidden from the house and the perfect place for two people to disappear to. He just followed you. It was raining but only lightly so it was actually quite nice. Still Wonwoo gave you his jacket and you loved how it smelled like him and how it felt on your skin. "I love the night time" you told him happily "when it's all peaceful and quiet". Wonwoo nodded "me too. The world just looks so much more beautiful". You nodded "My apartment is on the 20th floor and I just sit at night on my balcony and stare out at the deserted city. I know it makes some people feel so lonely but I like it. I tried to get Mingyu to do it with me once but he got bored". Wonwoo noted the way you tensed when you thought of Mingyu and he sighed. "Not everyone finds the same things beautiful. That's why it's special when you meet someone who does". You smiled "it is. what else do you find beautiful aside from the night sky". Wonwoo's first thought of course was you. He stared at you wondering if he could say it when you looked at him and blushed. "What?" you asked smiling and he shook his head "nothing...I find good company beautiful". You smiled "please explain". "Well you know when you're with someone and it feels like you're just with yourself. Like the person is an extension of yourself you feel that comfortable around them?". You nodded "I do". "And you can't ever make that. Sometimes it's just so natural" Wonwoo said looking at you "you don't even have to try". "Do you have that with Chae-Won?" you asked and Wonwoo shook his head "no what about you and Mingyu?". You both knew the answer to those questions but wanted to hear it. "No" you admitted and Wonwoo could feel the tension in the air. He felt drawn towards you and knew he couldn't trust himself in these conditions. "I think we should both go back inside" he said and you paused "you want to?". "I don't want to but I think we should before I say or do something I shouldn't". You blushed "that would certainly be the responsible thing to do" but neither of you moved. "We can go back inside soon" you offered and Wonwoo nodded. He looked at his feet figuring that would make this safer and the two of you chatted quietly, as if scared to raise your voice any louder and disturb the peace you'd found. Finally, half an hour later you made a slow move inside. You took your time walking to the house and took the long way around. When you got there you used the front door and walked right into a group of people. "Wonwoo and y/n!" Dino said and the whole room seemed to freeze. "Hey" you smiled "what's going on?". Everyone looked at each other and Wonwoo frowned "what's wrong?". "Look it's nothing Scoups sorted it out" Vernon said and you paused "sorted what out?" but you could hear shouting in the kitchen. Wonwoo pushed through and brushed away Joshua trying to stop him. You followed and found Mingyu sat at the table looking upset while Scoups and Jeonghan stood over him. "There's no excuse Mingyu! There's nothing you can say that makes it okay". "Make what okay?" Wonwoo called and everyone turned to look at him but you were still hidden by Joshua. "Ow you're one to talk" Mingyu replied and Wonwoo frowned "what happened? What do you mean?". "You drove me to this! I'm not the bad guy here!" he cried and you stepped forward coming into view. Mingyu saw you and looked surprised before he got mad again "like I didn't know what the two of you were doing in the garden". You blushed but looked at Wonwoo "we were just talking" and he nodded. "That's his jacket around your shoulders y/n and how you hid from the house during your “talk” doesn’t seem suspicious at all does it? Plus even if nothing did happen I know you want it to. He wants you and you want him. Was I meant to just sit by and let it happen". "So what did you do?" you asked. "I kissed Chae-Won" he shrugged "figured I'd cheat on you before you cheated on me". "Where is Chae-Won?" Wonwoo asked his voice oddly cold and Jeonghan turned to him "she left a few minutes ago. She was rather embarrassed because Scoups caught them...in a compromising state". "So it wasn't just a kiss?" you asked. Mingyu shrugged and Scoups glares "tell her Mingyu". "Fine no it wasn't. There's a reason my shirt is on backwards and if Scoups hadn't walked in we would've gone all the way". It was odd you didn't feel bad or angry more numb. You shook your head and rushed from the room. Scoups and Jeonghan called after you but you kept going. Your boyfriend had just cheated on you and said it was your fault. Was it? Had you driven him to this? You found your bag and grabbed your car keys. You stormed outside crying and heard someone calling you. You were relieved it wasn't Mingyu but a little upset it wasn't Wonwoo. "Y/n you can't drive like this" The8 called and you sighed "well I'm leaving so do you have a car?". The8 nodded "yeah give me 5 seconds to get the keys" and he ran back inside. When he reappeared he had your coat and some tissues. "Come on" he said and led you away. The8 took you home and was really nice. "Do you need company?" he asked when you reached your house "I can say if you want". You shook your head "no it's okay I'm just gonna go and get straight into bed". The8 nodded "I'm sorry". "It's okay" you shrugged "I knew we were on the outs and I might've driven him to it". "You didn't" The8 said immediately "there's no excuse for cheating so don't let that warp your brain". You nodded "thanks" and wiped a tear away. The8 nodded "no problem and he'll call". "I kind of hope Mingyu doesn't". "I didn't mean Mingyu" he said and you blushed. When you got inside you did cry for a bit and tossed and turned for hours but finally got to sleep. You woke up the next day to a text from Mingyu asking if he could talk to you. You figured you should get it out of the way so agreed. Mingyu came to yours and you were shocked at how bad he looked. He didn't look like he'd gotten any sleep and he actually looked really sad, a complete tranformation from the angry man you’d seen last light.

The first thing he did was apologise to you for everything. The conversation actually went really well and it was the most amicable breakup you'd ever had. At the end of it Mingyu took a breath "I'm also going to tell Wonwoo to go for it and you don’t need it but you’ve both got my blessing". You paused "Mingyu...". "No i mean it" he said "it will be awkward at first but I'll get over it. There’s no reason for this to ruin what you two have. I think you're actually pretty perfect for one another and I don't want to make either of you unhappy". You blushed "thanks Mingyu but I don't even know if that's an option". "It is" Mingyu told you "Wonwoo broke up with Chae-Won last night so he's single but I think he's worried about pursuing you so soon after we broke up. That's why I'm telling you, you might have to make the first step because he's trying to be respectful". "Are you sure?" you asked and Mingyu nodded "definitely but ask him. You know he won't lie". You nodded "thanks Mingyu" and paused "I know this is a line but I really hope we can be friends". Mingyu smiled "me too y/n" and he walked away.

You had no idea what to do next. Mingyu had given you his blessing and a very big heads up but you still had no idea if Wonwoo wanted to hear from you and so soon after his own breakup. You kept crafting a text to Wonwoo and then deleting it. You had no idea what to say. Should you make a joke? Be really serious? Just come out and say it? You had no clue. You obsessed over it all day and ended up sending nothing.

“You have to message him soon” your friend sighed “otherwise he’ll think you’re not interested”. “But why do I have to be the one to message first? Why can’t he?” you whined. “He’s trying to be respectful which is annoying but cute...just be brave and send him a text it can be anything. Hope you’re doing okay. How are you doing? Would you like to meet up for a chat? Anything just end the silence”. You groaned and took out your phone before shaking your head “look at the time! It’s too late, I can’t text him now”. “Yes you can, now do it!” she cried and you opened up your messages. “Okay how does this sound? hey it’s y/n. I hope you’re doing okay, I was wondering if you’d be ready to talk about what happened?”. Your friend nodded “good now send it”. You winced “but I can’t...” and went to delete it when she grabbed your phone and restraining you with one hand sent it with the other. You were wrestling with her in a rage when your phone buzzed and you both paused. You grabbed your abandoned phone off the floor and froze. “What did he say?” she cried and you smiled “hey y/n i’m okay how are you? I’d love to talk, how’s tomorrow for you?”. Your friend screamed and you shushed her “he just said talk it doesn’t mean anything!”. “Yes it does! The two of you have been crazy about each other for ages and now it’s finally happening”.

You didn’t want to have such a private conversation somewhere public but you obviously couldn’t go to Wonwoo’s house so you invited him to yours. You waited for him anxiously and you jolted when you saw his car pull up outside. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

He was wearing a knitted cream jumper which made him look so approachable on the cold autumn morning. You hesitated before he looked up and spotted you. He waved and smiled making you feel at ease. So you waved back and waited for him to come to the door. “Hey” he smiled when he was near and you nodded “hey...how was the drive?”. He chuckled slightly “good, thanks for letting me come here. I appreciate it”. “No worries” you nodded and led him inside. The house was silent as all your members had disappeared to give you privacy. There was an awkward tension between you that only grew as you got him a warm drink and tried to be a good hostess. When you were finally both seated Wonwoo began.

“So the other night...”. You nodded “what a mess huh?”. He laughed “I know. How are you feeling?”. You shrugged “honestly i’m okay. It was really shocking and upsetting the first night but after talking with Mingyu I feel better. I knew we weren’t going to last but we ended on a civil note. What about you? Are you okay?”. Wonwoo nodded “I spoke to Chae-Won on the phone yesterday”. You immediately began to panic, thinking they’d gotten back together but you just nodded “oh?”. Wonwoo nodded “she apologised and explained she never meant to hurt me. Her reasons were similar to Mingyu’s. She was jealous of our relationship and I guess that was my fault”. “It was?” you asked and Wonwoo nodded “I never hid the pull I felt towards you. At parties we would always end up together and I chose you over her lots of times. I wasn’t a good boyfriend to Chae-Won but that doesn’t excuse what she did either. I just wish I’d have handled things better. I thought by doing nothing I wasn’t hurting anyone but I hurt both of you and i’m sorry”. You frowned “what would you have done differently”. Wonwoo blinked and then looked at you “I’d have told Mingyu the night I met you that I liked you”. “You knew the night you met me?” you asked and Wonwoo nodded “yes. I thought you were stunning the moment I saw you but then the first thing I heard you say was a book reference and I was hooked ever since. I’ve never actually told you so I want to be really clear y/n...you’re amazing and I’m crazy about you”.

A shiver went down your spine and you got goosebumps at how beautiful those words sounded in Wonwoo’s silky deep voice. He was staring at you so intensely it made you nervous but in a good way. Wonwoo noticed your reaction and paused “sorry was that too much?”. You shook your head “no...well yes but in a good way. I loved hearing you say those things and I want you too”. Wonwoo smiled a sweet endearing smile “perfect” he replied and glanced at you. You moved in before he could even ask and kissed him as he was leaning down to kiss you.

It started off very sweet and innocent. You were both very gentle and soft with one another and it was a sweet kiss. The next one was more passionate and so was the one after that and after that until you both found yourself tangled on one another trying to get as close as possible. Your hands were in his beautiful hair and Wonwoo was gently tracing the inside of your back as he pulled you into his lap. You finally realised this was more forward than a typical first kiss and pulled back “what just happened?” you asked. Wonwoo opened his eyes and it dawned on him too. You both started to laugh and you got off Wonwoo. “I think that was just a long time coming so we got a little excited” Wonwoo said blushing slightly. You nodded “yeah I think so too...it was very good”. Wonwoo nodded “very good but i’d like to take you out to dinner first. Are you hungry?”. “Now?” you asked “but i’m not dressed properly for a restaurant”. Wonwoo shook his head “nonsense you look beautiful and I want to spend time with you so wherever you want to go is fine”. That made you blush and you nodded “okay then let’s go” and you stepped out hand in hand together...finally a couple.

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miss-choi-park · 22 days

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Sin never tasted so...

Chapter 11 - Better than Shakespeare (Finale)

A TXT Yeonjun Fanfiction from Mrs. Choi-Park

CEO/non-idol/dom/bully!Yeonjun! / Confident/sub/named/fem!Reader!

Previous Chapter:

[...] It wasn't my decision, it was that of a person who I never thought would make my life worth living so much. And I was more than ready to make a decision that had the same significance and made his life worth living so that he felt the way I felt right now.

Warnings are not needed I think😆

Please remember that I fully respect the privacy of all K-Pop Idols and that this is just a fantasy. It's not my intention to harm anyone! (I've been a MOA since March 2023)

“Okay, see you there, honey.” Yeonjun said, before I pressed the ‘call end’ symbol.

It was Tuesday now…three days since Yeonjun made his decision to leave his parents and their company. Even though I had told him again and again that his parents would definitely pull themselves together and get in touch with him, I didn't seem to be right.

On Sunday we both made the decision to tell my parents everything before it might be too late. They deserved to know the truth, even if no one could predict their reaction.

I had simply told my parents that I wanted to introduce them to a boy. No more and no less. They sounded happily surprised on their cell phones and they were looking forward to the dinner, which was about to happen. Since Yuna knew about me and Yeonjun, I begged her to busy my mind beforehand. So we went shopping in town before it turned 5 o'clock and I had to say goodbye to my bestie. Yeonjun would drive himself to my parents while I took the bus. It would have been a detour for him to get to the city first, even if he offered to pick me up.

Anyway, I was now sitting in the bus and it was just before the stop where I had to get off. Yeonjun would come later than me, which was a good thing. The quarter hour gave me the opportunity to raise some awareness within my parents.

I stared absentmindedly at the road rushing beneath the bus.

To be honest, I was so excited that I felt like I was going to take off at any moment. On the other hand, telling my parents the truth was the right decision. Even though I didn't think they would disown me like Yeonjun's parents did... I didn't want to risk it either.

I trusted my parents...that they would understand...I hoped.

The announcement of the stop at which I had to get off echoed through the almost empty bus, so I dug my nails deeper into my bag.

The tiredness from this morning was gone. I couldn't get any rest tonight and the three lectures didn't really help either...but as time progressed...my heart beat faster and faster against my chest. The bus stopped and I got up to get off, although I briefly thought about just staying seated.

Today was a surprisingly beautiful day. My birthday was approaching and I fervently hoped to be able to celebrate it with my parents.

I had to walk for about five minutes to get to my parents' house, unfortunately today it felt like an hour. It was probably because I was walking so slowly.

My heart was beating faster and faster, my stomach was twisting and my intestines didn't seem to leave me in peace either.

A little desperate, I looked at my cell phone, which showed me the time was 5:37 p.m. I had told my parents I would be there at half past five...so I was already a little late. I could imagine 50,000 other scenarios that I would prefer right now. What was I even supposed to say?!

...actually I had been racking my brain about it all day today...on two occasions I even had some pretty good ideas...but unfortunately I had forgotten them again.

I finally stopped in front of my parents' house.

My gaze wandered over the suburban home where I grew up. I used to call it home...but right now it felt like a house of horrors that I didn't want to go into.

Come on Sumi! You've waited long enough. They are your parents, they deserve the truth!

I hesitantly walked along the entrance until I finally stopped in front of the front door and hesitantly put my finger on the doorbell and finally pressed it after five seconds.

My mother literally seemed to have been waiting behind the door as quickly as she opened it.

"Ah, there you are!” She greeted me and pulled me straight into a hug.

"How are you? Everything good?" She continued to ask as she let go of me and invited me inside.

I looked at her for a moment.

"I am fine." I lied and my mother smiled widely before looking over my shoulder.

"Where did you leave your boyfriend?” She asked and I gulped as I kicked off my sneakers.

"He...he's coming soon.” I muttered as I got rid of my shoes and crawled into the slippers that were waiting for me.

Meanwhile, my mother closed the door behind me.

"I guess the gentleman is shy, huh?" I heard my father's voice, which made me look up. He was standing in the hallway and smiled warmly at me.

I took a breath...

"Seems so." I muttered.

My father laughed briefly before turning around and disappearing into the living room, where my mother followed him.

"I made delicious food!" My mother announced and I trotted into the living room after my parents.

My father was already sitting at the dining table and had opened the newspapers that he had probably read.

My mother stood behind the kitchen island and poured some water into a glass.

Oh man...they seemed really happy...and there was nothing wrong with that...but I felt like I was under electricity.

"Here. When is your darling coming?” My mother asked, handing me the glass. I wrinkled my nose and took the glass from her.

"I don't use that pet name for him." I said and my father started to laugh, which drew my mother and my attention to him.

"What do you call him?" He asked and I took a sip first. Oh man, how do I start this off gently before Yeonjun rings here in no less than ten minutes?!

"He usually calls me Honey or... little one and I...I don't know...", something popped up in my mind, that seemed like a good start, "I call him Junnie."

"Junnie? Is that a nickname?" my father asked, he still had a big smile on his lips.

"How long have you been together?" My mother asked before I took another sip, hoping it would calm me down.

"Two months." I mumbled and mom's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"Hm..."

Then there was silence in which I could swear I could hear my heartbeat.

"I can't wait to meet him." My father said and took off his glasses. I just nodded.

"He...may not be what...you imagine." I said sheepishly, even though I could barely hear myself.

"Oh, sweetie, don't be so afraid, as long as he's nice to you, we'll like him." My mother said and went to my father.

If only she didn't regret that statement.

She sat down next to my father who nodded.

"We'll be nice, you know us." he said.

Yes...I knew them...and I knew who they hated...

"Sit down first, when is your boyfriend coming?" Dad asked, pointing to a chair at the front of the table.

I took another breath before slowly starting to move.

It was a miracle that I wasn't shaking with excitement.

"Maybe in ten minutes." I said as I sat down.

"Then it's good." My father said and put his glasses back on to continue reading his magazine. Meanwhile, I turned my glass around in my hands.

Damn, Yeonjun was coming soon and I hadn't prepared my parents for what was about to happen.

"If he's nice to me...can you get along with anyone?” I asked cautiously as I lifted my gaze and looked my mother in the eyes again.

"Of course sweetie, why are you so scared?"

My mother just knew me too well. She could smell my emotional state from ten meters away, against the wind.

"Because he...he really won't be what you expect.” I said cautiously, which made my father look up from his magazine.

He raised an eyebrow: "Hopefully he's not older than me..."

I started to laugh briefly before looking back at my glass, "No...he's only four years older than me."

"Oh so much older? I thought it was someone from your university." My mother said and I looked up again.

"No...he...we know each other from somewhere else.” I said and my parents exchanged a look.

"But four years is nothing...I mean your mother and I are six years apart.” My father pointed out and I began to nod again.

I jumped when the doorbell rang.

Shit! Yeonjun not yet!

"Oh that must be him!" My mother said and jumped up from her chair. Like her, I jumped up, which attracted everyone's attention.

"I'm opening the door! Please wait here!" I almost demanded. My parents raised their eyebrows.

"Yeah...okay, we'll stay here." My father tried to calm me down. However, my brain was numb.

This wasn't the perfect time Yeonjun! If only I had walked a little faster earlier.

Without saying anything, I turned around and practically ran out of the living room. I quickly rushed to the door, glanced over my shoulder to make sure my parents weren't looking and opened the door once I was sure.

"Oh...hey." Yeonjun greeted me, seeming relieved to see me behind the door.

"Lucky you're already here, I thought I was too early.” He said, but I didn't say anything in response, just pushed him back a little and also stepped out of the door, only to pull it slightly behind me so that my parents wouldn't recognize his voice immediately.

"Everything OK?"

"You're way too early! I haven't had any time to prepare them yet!” I said frantically, but so quietly that only Yeonjun would understand me.

His big surprised eyes quickly softened as he began to smile.

"I thought you said you weren't excited." He said and put a hand on my waist. He pulled me a little closer to him and I couldn't help the pent-up feeling from running out of my lungs.

He was right, but I only said that to calm him down. He was so restless on Sunday that I had to calm him down somehow. So I just said that. And it wasn't a lie on Sunday I really wasn't afraid, but things looked completely different now.

"I'm excited as shit..." I admitted as I placed my hands against his chest. His light blue denim jacket served as support.

"Little one, we'll manage it." Yeonjun murmured before I felt his forehead fall against mine. I closed my eyes shortly afterwards.

"Remember? As long as we stay together, we'll get through it all..." He whispered and, as if by magic, my heart calmed down a little. Yeonjun was right! No matter what happened...we would stick together.

"You look amazing by the way!" Yeonjun said after leaning back. This statement brought a smile to my lips. When I looked up at him I was greeted by a warm smile that told me everything was going to be okay.

"You too." I murmured, which only made his smile grow wider.

I really loved when he styled his fluffy hair in a pony, it made his features so much kinder and sweeter.

"We're going in here together and out together, no matter what happens.” He said and I couldn't help but pull myself up on tiptoes and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I love you!" I whispered after I was fully back on my feet.

Yeonjun had to laugh for a moment: "Hmm...good for you!"

His statement was followed by a slap on my butt. I rolled my eyes before taking his hand in mine and taking another breath.

I could do it all with him. It was almost scary how quickly Yeonjun calmed my excitement. Of course my stomach was still churning, but I seemed to be calmer in everything.

Finally I turned around and pulled him with me.

With him on my hand, I felt prepared for whatever might come. So I opened the door without thinking about it and led Yeonjun into the house where I would never have ever expected him to be.

Yeonjun quickly took off his shoes and put on the slightly larger slippers, before we exchanged a quick look. Yeonjun pressed his lips together and nodded once, which told me it was now or never.

A little hesitantly, I turned around and led the way.

However, I positioned myself in the entrance to the living room so that Yeonjun wouldn't be visible behind me.

"You have to promise me not to freak out." I said to my parents who were sitting expectantly at the dinner table.

My father laughed: "Bring him in already!"

I took a deep breath as I looked intently at my parents. I slowly entered the room so Yeonjun could enter too. He was following me, from what I could make out by the footsteps behind me. My eyes never left my parents for a second, not even when both of their jaws dropped.

I held my breath as I saw Yeonjun bowing next to me.

"Hello...nice to see you again.” Yeonjun greeted my parents respectfully before standing upright again.

No one in the room said anything after that. I didn't even think I could hear or see my parents breathing. Only the ticking clock brought an impatient sound into the silence.

My mother was the first to close her mouth and look at me. Her face was hard to read, but I didn't have time to as my father pushed his chair back and slowly got up.

I could read his look exactly. He was angry...every muscle in his face told me that. My heart began to beat faster again.

"Dad...please don't be angry...I told you he's not what you expected." I tried to reassure my father as he rounded the table. His gaze was fixed on Yeonjun, who audibly gasped as my father approached.

Instinctively, I took a step forward and stopped my father by placing my hands on his chest. He would never harm me, but I wasn't so sure about Yeonjun...the way my father looked at him.

"Dad please. Listen to us first.” I tried to calm him down and his eyes actually found mine.

"Mike...Sumi is right, let's eat first." I heard my mother's voice. Hearing her statement gave me some strength to hold my father's gaze longer.

"Choi Yeonjun?!" my father hissed. But before I could reply, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Sir, I have no intention of insulting you. I'm not like my parents, I don't mean to harm you. All I want is a nice dinner to explain all this." I heard Yeonjun say, which gave me even more strength.

My father looked intently at Yeonjun behind me. But to my relief, every fiber of his being no longer seemed to want Yeonjun dead.

"Dinner with you?!" my father asked and suddenly I saw my mother next to him.

"Mike, sit down. Don't do anything stupid.” She said and my father seemed to calm down a little more, which calmed the racing of my heart too.

My father's gaze shifted to my mother, who pulled him back and smiled warmly at him.

When my father actually went back to his chair a little later, Yeonjun and I let out our breaths at the same time.

"Sit down, I will serve the food.” My mother said, looking back and forth between me and Yeonjun.

Unlike my father she seemed calmer and genuinely friendly. After she turned around into the kitchen, I exchanged a look with Yeonjun and raised my eyebrows briefly and shrugged.

Then I waled over and sat on the chair opposite my father, who looked at me skeptically. His eyebrows were so drawn together that you'd think he had a monobrow. Yeonjun sat down next to me shortly afterwards and my father's gaze wandered over to him, his face actually turned even darker like a cartoon character.

There was a more than awkward silence as my father leaned back and folded his hands over his ever-growing beer belly. He twiddled his thumbs more than obviously as he eyed Yeonjun. I could clearly feel his tension.

"What would you like to drink?" My mother asked, coming back to us and putting a glass in front of everyone.

She broke the awkward silence with a genuine smile on her lips.

"Beer…” My father grumbled at first and my eyes followed back to him. His gaze was still fixed on Yeonjun, as if he was silently asking him to say something next.

I started grinding my teeth. My excitement hadn't subsided in the slightest.

"I would like-"

"He's having a beer too!" My father interrupted Yeonjun. My tension grew.

“What do you want, my darling?” My mother asked and I slowly looked away from my father. Normally I would help my mother to get everything on the table, but I didn't dare leaving my father alone with Yeonjun.

"Please...something with alcohol too." I asked her and I also felt the other eyes on me.

Mom just nodded a little skeptical and turned around again.

I also turned back to my father, whose face seemed a little more relaxed.

Luckily my mother came back quickly and put the two bottles of beer on the table. She passed me a cocktail that she had probably already prepared. She had the same one.

My father grabbed his bottle pretty quickly and poured some into his beer glass, which Yeonjun did the same.

My father didn't hesitate for long and raised his glass to his lips. I was afraid he would drink it in one go as long as he sucked on the glass.

When he finally lowered it and half the glass was in his stomach, he cleared his throat.

"Two months, huh?” He began and I clutched my glass like a madwoman.

"We should have told you earlier...but it was...complicated.” Yeonjun took over the speaking, which took a huge burden off my shoulders.

"No no...you should wait two months anyway.", Dad said and then looked at me, "You should know whether it's something serious, right?"

I swallowed.

"So I think it's wonderful." My mother announced and caught everyone's attention.

Oh really?!

My mother looked around and her gaze landed on Yeonjun.

''Maybe we can finally settle the dispute like that.'' she continued and then looked at me. Her smile grew, if at all possible, even wider. All I heard from my father was an unconventional 'hm'.

''I'm not really sure about that.'’ Yeonjun said. His voice sounded defeated, which drew my eyes back to him.

Yeonjun fumbled his glass between his hands and stared briefly into the beer inside.

''My parents found out about this the wrong way…’’, Yeonjun looked up at my mother again and gave her a small smile, ''We had quite a fight.''

My mother's smile was gone when I looked back at her.

''What kind of argument?'' my father asked in between, attracting everyone's attention again.

''My father was very angry when he found out about me and Sumi.''

''Something completely new.'' my father grumbled.

''He kicked me out.'' Yeonjun said quickly before finally raising his glass and taking a sip.

My father's eyes widened and his gaze flickered to me: ''Kicked you out?''

I should finally say something.

''Do you see Dad? Yeonjun is not like what you think.''

''I decided against my family because my father wouldn't allow it.’’ Yeonjun said after lowering the glass again, which drew my father's gaze back to him. He studied Yeonjun for a while before leaning back in his chair.

You could literally hear the cogs working in his head.

''If that's not a token of love.'' my mother said quietly and I had to start smiling, but my eyes went to my lap. She was right, it really was.

''Really unbelievable, who would throw their own child out the door?'' My father asked and I looked up again.

''Oh, I have my own apartment, don't worry. I just have to look for my career somewhere else now." Yeonjun admitted and I looked at him again. We exchanged a quick look in which I tried to smile reassuringly at him before I also raised my glass to my lips.

''I...maybe I can help you there.'' my father said and Yeonjun's eyes widened.

''Excuse me?'' he asked my father as my eyes also went to my father.

''Two birds with one stone. I help my daughter's boyfriend to his feet and thus wipe out my competitor. Old Choi probably won't be happy to hear that his son is working for us.''

There was a moment of silence. Did my father just offer Yeonjun a job?! Was I dreaming?

''Of course only if you accept the offer.'' my father said and raised his eyebrows. I looked at Yeonjun, who was obviously completely perplexed...just like me.

''Wha-what kind of job?'' he asked and my father laughed.

''Well all the major management positions have been filled, but we still need readers. I'm sure you recognize good books when you read them, am I right?", My father said, raising his hand as he said, ''Starting salary 3.700.500 won per month without deductions.''

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yeonjun's jaw drop.

I stared at my father like a dumb bird as well.

''OK 3.800.500 won, I can't get you more than that. Probably still a lot less than you earned from your parents.''

''Oh no, no! I-wow that's a really...thank you.'' Yeonjun stuttered.

My father started to smile as he looked at me.

''You don't have to be afraid that I'll kick you out because of this, mouse, hopefully you know that. As long as you're happy, I'm happy too," he said, leaning forward a little.

I nodded immediately, only then could I start to smile.

''Good!'' my father said a little louder and raised his glass, ''Then on a successful future!''

The rest of the evening was surprisingly friendly and open-minded. My parents, especially my father, seemed to accept Yeonjun more and more every minute and I was honestly happy that my parents took it so well. I have to admit once I got here, there was really a part of me that was afraid my parents would react the same way Yeonjun's did.

But with my parents like this I could look calmly into the future and the same goes for Yeonjun, who introduced my parents to Hueningkai and his Manhwa on the first day in the company. Hueningkai had already canceled the contract with the Choi's one day after the argument between Yeonjun and his parents. He said he wanted to publish it together with Yeonjun and not otherwise. So Yeonjun brought a great success to our company, which only made my father like him even more.

Every day felt like a fairytale after that drama with Yeonjun's parents. And even though I thought my life felt like Romeo and Juliet at one point...it was ultimately much better than Shakespeare's drama.

Two months later

It was Sunday and I was sitting at the breakfast table with Yeonjun in his apartment. As almost always, I had only woken up ten minutes ago and Yeonjun had already prepared breakfast. He was typing away on his phone as I drank my orange juice.

''Huening just can't stop thanking me.’’ Yeonjun finally broke the silence and I laughed when he looked at me.

''We should actually thank him.'' I retorted as I lowered my glass again.

Yeonjun nodded with a smile and looked back at the screen after it vibrated again.

''We can invite him to dinner sometime.'' I suggested and looked at Yeonjun again. He stared frozen at his display.

''Are you okay?'' I asked and Yeonjun looked at me without moving a muscle in his face. I raised an eyebrow, when he turned his phone towards me my eyes widened too.

The chat he showed me was between his mother and him.

I recognized a message, the first in two months:

Yeonjun, your father would never admit it, but he misses you and he's sorry. I finally convinced him to talk to you again. I'm also so sorry that I didn't get in touch sooner, but I was honestly embarrassed to write to you, after what your father did. We would both be happy to invite you to dinner on your next day off, preferably with Jung Sumi.

Love Mom.

The Story ends here. Thanks to all the readers. I hope to see you all soon☺️🙏🫰

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shwazzberryswriting · 2 years

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3 Brats

Pairing: Haechan x F Reader x Yangyang (M/F, M/M, M/F/M)

Genre: Sequel Fic, AU - Non-Idol, PWP, Threesome

Summary: Haechan is excited for a night in which it's just him and [Y/N], but she has other plans in mind, including Yangyang

Word count: 3.8k

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Dom/Sub elements that are attempted but this is basically brat taming done by brats so really just a poly trio that fuck around with each other in bed, Caning, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Penetrative Sex, Bondage, Blindfolds, Cum Play

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

First: Part 3 of my Neohub Kinktober Event!!! My own personal Kinktober List** will have a couple fics that won't be a part of the Neohub event, so check out my list if you're curious for what's left this month!

Second: This was requested (sorta)!!! I got a request for a part 3 a long, long time ago and I replied that maybe one day I can find time for it...well, here it is at last! I'm sorry it took so long for me to fulfill!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! 💚

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

“Just you and me, babe?” Haechan asked, hands caressing her back. Lips on her neck. Tongue licking up and down her skin. He hummed into her neck, hips bucking against her. “I love Yangyang, but I also like when it’s just my dick and all your holes.”

“Yeah, baby?” Her fingers combed through his hair. Their lips met, her tongue gliding against his lips before she let him go. “Let’s change things up a bit this time. Want me to play with your asshole tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She giggled, squealing as his wet kisses landed on the back of her neck. “Are you going to peg me at last? Peg me into the mattress?”

“Only if you behave, Hyuck-ie.”

They kissed, his hands groping her ass as she dug into her purse, grasping for her keys. She would have opened the door faster if his kisses and touches weren’t so fucking distracting. Feeling his cock warm her ass encouraged her to take her time. Hips thrusting gently against him. His needy little whines into her neck were worth it.

The moment they were inside, he pinned her against the door. Her back pressed against the cold stained wood. His heat lighting up her abdomen.

“Babe-” his hands groped her breasts “-lock-” teeth grinding on the delicate skin at the front of her throat “-up.”

Their lips were together, his voice humming against her. Her whole body shook as she heard the top lock’s heavy click, felt his cock press harder against her.

Yelping with a chortle as her mind spun, she was lifted off the ground. He groaned - soft with his sweet rasp - as he carried her down the hall, bedroom door wide open. Their guffaws echoed in the dark.

“About fucking time.”

Haechan screamed at the top of his lungs, jumping off the bed. She laughed, landing onto the mattress. Propping herself up with her elbows, she looked to her left.

Yangyang remained as she’d left him: tied up to a wooden chair with nothing but silk blindfolds and skintight cotton briefs on.

“We have to prepare your butthole for my strapon, baby,” she said, left side of her lips quirking upwards. “What were you expecting, a butt plug?”

“Wait-what?!” Yangyang’s silver strands flew up into the air as his head snapped up, away from his chest. “You told me if I stayed still I’d get the best blowjob of my life, babe.”

“Well,” she said, grinning at Haechan, “get your buttplug nice and wet, Haechan.”

Canines bared, perfectly shiny teeth catching the light of the lamp, Yangyang snorted a laugh. Haechan let out a noise that sounded like a deflating balloon. Falsetto note squeaking silent, eyes shut tight. Left hand balled into a fist.

She stood on her knees, chuckles reverberating up her chest as she clapped her hands.

“That’s right, boys! Tonight I’m domming you!”

“You’re a bigger brat than Haechan.” Yangyang licked his lips, lazy grin appearing. “Bet, babe, end of the night, you’re going to be crying for us to ruin you. Just so you can hear us calling you our little fuckhole. It’ll be Haechan’s turn to hold you down so I can fuck you harder.”

Her labia throbbed at the sound of Yangyang’s low chuckle. Mental images of Yangyang and Haechan hovering over her as she cried from them manhandling her had her wet. Those were always good times.

No.

“You’re my little bitches starting now.” She stood up beside Haechan, hands on her hips. “It’s ‘Mistress’ or I’m going to cane you.”

Left hand on Haechan’s chest, she pushed him to sit on the bed. She bent down to pull her leather cane out from under the bed.

Haechan was panting heavily, tongue hanging out over his lower lip. Horny little shit. She touched the end of her cane to his chin, their eyes locking.

“Clothes off. The faster you get naked the sooner you can start kissing Yangyang.”

“Babe, you want to see us be little whores for you?” Yangyang asked, thigh muscles flexing. His sharp jawline - and curvaceous Adam’s apple - couldn’t distract her, much as she wanted to lick him up.

She’d tied his arms behind his back, and knotted each ankle to the front legs of the chair. He’d been so excited. Licking his crimson lips, watching her tie soft ropes around his body. She couldn’t resist planting kisses along the inside of his thighs.

She’d promised him luscious pretty lips on his cock if he waited for her to return with beer. Knotting the silk strings tight, ensuring his blindfold secure.

“I forgot about the after-sex beer,” she said, running the tip of her cane down his neck, circling it around his Adam’s apple before sliding down to tease his left nipple. She giggled as he bucked in his seat, cock wiggling against his wet briefs. “I forgot about it, because Haechan began kissing me.”

“Always my fault, brat.” Haechan yelped as she smacked the cane against his thigh. “Sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s right. You’re the fucking brat. Take your clothes off, brat.”

His body blurred, clothes disappearing in a flash. She swatted his wrists when he reached for the front of her jeans, eager to assist her.

“Haechan, be a good boy and give Yangyang some kisses. He’s been alone for a while.”

Yangyang’s back straightened, head tilted upwards. Both men licked their lips as Haechan grabbed Yangyang’s shoulders.

Her fingers curled against the fabric of her panties as Haechan’s tongue touched Yangyang’s lips. Blood rushed to her clit as Yangyang whimpered against Haechan’s lips, hips bucking against the ropes and chair.

He groaned as Haechan’s hand reached under his briefs. A moment later, his wet cock was out from under the black briefs, Haechan’s skilled hands freeing it.

Breaking their kiss, Yangyang groaned, teeth gritting. Haechan’s eyes were focused on his hand stroking Yangyang’s reddening cock. Long fingers wrapped around the veiny flesh. Blurring as his strokes quickened.

Cane in hand, she pushed the end against Haechan’s shoulder as a warning. Their eyes locked as Haechan’s hand stilled. Yangyang’s high pitched yelp almost made her lose focus, half a second away from cracking a smile. Seeing his precum spurt all over Haechan’s fingers distracted her in a different way.

“Hyuck, get on your knees and clean Yangyang up with your mouth. You made him all sticky.”

“Gonna make you cum so fast,” Haechan said gently, getting onto his knees as he pumped Yangyang’s pretty cock. He kissed the wet rod, tongue swiping up Yangyang’s precum.

“Don’t.” She wiggled the end of the cane against Haechan’s armpit. His head lifted with a loud guffaw out of his mouth. “Clean his cock with your mouth. Don’t make him cum.”

“Babe-” she struck a sharp caning on top of Yangyang’s thigh, causing him to whimper as he threw his head down “-Mistress, if Haechan’s going to suck me off, can I watch?”

“LIttle pervert,” she cooed, pinching the tip of his nose for a second, “you love watching Haechan, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He licked his lips. “It’s so fucking hot when I watch Haechan eat your pussy. Or when he fucks you. Or when he does anything. Let’s watch, Mistress.”

“Go on, Hyuck,” she said, directing his mouth back to Yangyang’s fleshy spearhead, fingers grasping his knotted tresses, “show your Mistress how you give head. I need to see that my pets are good cocksuckers. But Yangyang can’t watch. Only me.”

Haechan’s eyes were heavily lidded as his tongue licked up the length of Yangyang’s cock before wrapping his mouth around the tip. A high note came out of Yangyang as he threw his head up into the air, stomach flexing inwards as he inhaled deeply. Haechan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head before they shut all the way, left hand wrapping around the base of Yangyang’s rod.

“Hyuck, your mouth is working Yangyang’s cock so well.” Her sharp talons combed through his hair as he began to gently bob back and forth. Left hand pumping short strokes. Getting weak whimpers from Yangyang. “Look at you, baby. Such good breath control. My two little sluts.”

Haechan hummed as he began to bob his head faster, cheeks hollowing. Eyes open, his gaze was focused as he looked up at Yangyang. Yangyang was biting his lip - muffled groans escaping- head tilting lazily toward his left shoulder.

“Come here, Hyuck-ie.” She massaged the back of his neck to get his attention. Making eye contact with her, he thrust his head forward and backwards, refusing to stop sucking on Yangyang. “Hyuck!”

Eyes closing, his hand pumped harder. Voice humming around Yangyang’s cock. Heavy open mouth pants from Yangyang.

“Brat!” She caned his left ass cheek. “I said, come here.”

The little sluts groaned together as Haechan flinched, squeezing Yangyang’s cock. Haechan let go and stood. His hand wrapped around his stiff rod, eyes capturing hers. He gave a soft pant as he began to pump himself, eyes straining to remain open.

“Undress your Mistress, Hyuck.” Once more on the bed, she stood on her knees, dropping her cane. His soft hands reached around her, easily unhooking her bra before pulling it off. She squealed, blood rushing to her guts as he sucked on her hardening nipples. “Haechan, don’t forget my panties.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck as his fingers hooked onto the waistband. She stood with him as he held her tight. Hands caressing her sides, his lips were on her stomach, kisses going down to her pelvis and thighs, pressing a warm breath over her pubes.

Shaking, hands on his shoulders, she felt his tongue swirl against the hood of her clit. Her face prickled with heat - ears ringing with a screech - as she yelped, feeling Haechan’s hands clap onto her ass cheeks.

“Brat!” She shoved him off, making him land on his ass, hands catching his fall. She pressed her foot over his chest, hands on her hips. “Did I tell you to slap my ass?”

“No, Mistress,” he began, lying down flat on his back, eyes wide as he stared up at her, “but you’re so fucking sexy. I can’t help it if I want to treat you like the bratty whore you are.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Her cane whistled against the air as it flew down to make contact with Haechan’s thigh. A sharp snap joined his howl. “Get back to sucking Yangyang off, brat.”

“Damn, baby, I wish I could see this.” Yangyang yelped as she caned his thigh this time. “Sorry, Mistress.”

“You don’t deserve to have your dick sucked, brat.” Snatching the blindfold off, she straddled Yangyang before kissing him, refusing to let him get a view of the dimly lit room. He bucked up against her, sweaty hips making her slit glide against his abs. “Brat, stop making me so fucking horny.”

“Listen to that cute little whine.” Yangyang’s soft coo against her ear had her whimper before kissing him. She thrust gently, tongue flicking against his lips. “Baby, your pussy’s so wet. I can feel your juices all over my abs. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Fingers grabbing his hair, she shoved her tongue into his mouth. Biting down hard on his bottom lip before pulling him away. Yangyang’s eyes were dark, eyebrows furrowed as he licked his swollen lip.

“You talk too much, brat.” She stood, releasing his hair. She untied Yangyang, pressing wet kisses along the indentations of the ropes on his skin, knots unraveling. Tongue gliding over the welts on his thighs. Bruised skin warming her lips. “It’s your turn to show me that you’re a good cocksucker. Who’s a better cocksucker, hm?”

Yangyang immediately fell to his knees between Haechan’s spread open legs. She sat down beside Haechan, hand wrapping around his cock. Pumping it to draw out a whine from him. Sweet honey coo. He bucked up against her jerks.

“Babe-I mean, Mistress-” Yangyang planted a kiss on the inside of Haechan’s thigh as he made eye contact with her, “-how do I suck dick? I, like, I don’t think I’ll do a good job, babe. I mean, Mistress.”

“Stroke him,” she said, taking Yangyang’s hand. Guiding it to wrap around Haechan’s stiff, thick length. “Open your mouth and kiss the tip.”

Yangyang pecked the tip quickly before breaking out a wide grin, eyes averting to the ground. Raking her fingers through his sweaty hair, she bent down to kiss his cheek.

She planted a firm kiss against Haechan’s mushroomed head before opening her mouth. Flicking the pointed tip of her tongue against the slit of the tip. His sweet moan stuttered.

“Fuck me. Suck me off, both of you.” Haechan’s hand shot to the back of her head. Gentle push for her to go down.

“Brat!” She shoved his arm away before slapping his thigh. Talons digging into the fat welt she’d given him. He howled. “I’m your Mistress!”

“My balls are burning up like the Gates of Hell!” He thrust up against Yangyang’s fist. Sweet moan. Hand grasped her thigh. Reaching for her side. “Fuck, bab-Mistress, I need to be fucked to hell and back.”

“Whiny, impatient brats.” She sighed as she slapped Haechan’s aching welt. She tapped the back of her fingers against Yangyang’s cheek. “Come on, Yangyang, kiss Haechan like I showed you.”

“Can you show me again, Mistress, please? Haechan interrupted your demonstration.”

“Suck your boyfriend’s dick, brat!” She picked up the cane and snapped it against Yangyang’s ass cheek. The bed shook as he thrust against it, hissing with his eyes scrunched up.

“Mistress, please, show me so I can do it right?” Yangyang bent over and pressed his soft lips against her knee. “Please?”

“Fine.”

She bent forward, eyes shutting as the musty dew of Haechan’s musk infiltrated her senses. Her nipples ached as she hummed out sweetly onto his cock, tongue gliding against his hairy shaft. Her thighs shook - left knee bending - as Yangyang spread her legs open.

“Like this, Mistress?” He sucked on her swollen nub, fire coursing into her guts, radiating up to the tips of her nipples.Two fingers massaged her labia, tips teasing her entrance. “So wet, baby. Mistress. Yeah, sucking on Haechan like a little bratty cockwhore.”

“Fuck, Mistress, this lesson is going on long.” Haechan whimpered as he thrust hard up against her, hand grasping the back of her neck. Her throat tightened around his hot shaft, the pressure making her dizzy. “You tried, little brat. You really tried.”

Her hands fisted over his hips as he pushed her mouth up and down on his writhing cock. She gurgled and whined onto his length, eyes blinking furiously as tears refused to stop leaking out. Heat ballooning her eardrums.

Her whole body was overcome with a tight tug at the center of her core. Yangyang’s tongue dove into her cunt, nose rubbing up against her sensitive clit. Writhing tongue poking around her walls.

“Fuck her pussy.” Haechan’s voice was raspy, high notes squeaking. Fingers massaging her scalp, continually rutting against her mouth. She inhaled as she shut her eyes tight, her whole body overcome with Haechan’s musk and Yangyang’s mouth suctions. “Fuck that wet pussy, Yangyang.”

Yangyang’s lips were gone.

“Keep ordering me around like that and I’m going to shove my dick into your mouth instead.”

Tone level, dangerous.

“Fuck her pussy first.”

Haechan’s hold on her was gone. She pulled his cock out of her mouth as she opened her eyes. She finally inhaled clean air, passages freed from Haechan’s musk.

Pinned under Yangyang’s legs, Haechan was flat on his back with Yangyang’s veiny member in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. Fingers grabbing Haechan’s hair, Yangyang thrust up into Haechan, getting Haechan to choke out a whine onto his pulsating length.

“Are you taking notes, baby?” Yangyang moaned, voice shaking as he held Haechan’s face against his cock. His ass cheeks flexed as he thrust into Haechan’s mouth. “This is how you have to treat Haechan. He’s a big fucking brat.”

Nerves inflamed, her body shook. She laid down in bed beside Haechan, fingers gliding over her slit. Circling around her aching bud.

Taking Haechan’s hand, she had him pinch her nipple, making her moan. Encouraging him to pinch harder, palm kneading her soft flesh. Yangyang pulled out of Haechan’s mouth and immediately moved to lie on top of her.

“Let’s feel this slippery-” she mewled as his thumb filled her core, shoving her heat further into her “-perfect pussy, babe. I don’t know if you can take two dicks tonight. Your walls, babe, fuck. Shaking so hard.”

“Well, then,” Haechan said sitting up, “time for our little brat to swallow my cum. Brat, you tried your best to boss us around but you let Yangyang take over too fast. If you spit out any cum that means I get to ruin your pussy too.”

“How is that fair bro?” Yangyang’s thumb moved back and forth, the curve of his palm rubbed against her clit. She thrust against his hand and moaned. Mind foggy with heat. “You get a blowjob and a pussy fuck?”

“What? You want her to swallow your cum too?”

“Only if she spits out your cum.”

“Renjun!”

“WHAT?!”

Their outbursts shook the walls as they both turned to look at her, eyes wide open. Yangyang’s mouth slackened and Haechan’s teeth were bared.

“Did he fuck around with you?” Yangyang’s fingers dug into her thighs as he rubbed his cock against her slit. Her mind blanked as fire flamed over her. “Why are you calling out his name?” “You’re so rough.” She whined as his tip poked her cunt. He pushed in deeper, thumb circling her clit as her hands grabbed his sweaty shoulders. “Y-you two just like me as a f-fuck doll.” She mewled as Haechan’s lips were wrapping around her hot, sensitive nipple. “Maybe Renjun would treat me better-”

Salty precum was heating up her lips. Haechan was slipping his tip into her mouth. Forced her to wrap one hand around his shaft. Fingers on her wrist directing the speed of her strokes.

“Pretty pink lips making my cock so happy.” Haechan’s fingers flicked her nipple. “Babe, fuck, do you feel how hot my dick got from playing with your pretty titties?” He moaned, pushing his thick cock in deeper, mushroomed tip bulging against her left cheek. “Babe, your sweet voice on me - I’m going to fill you up with my cum, precious brat.”

“I’m going to record you cumming and send it to Renjun.” Yangyang bent forward, cock buried deep inside of her as he reached for the phone on her desk. “You want his attention so bad, babe. Now he’ll know how we treat you.”

She gurgled a moan as Yangyang paused to pepper kisses up and down the side of Haechan’s rib cage.

“Looking so fucking sexy. Keep playing with our brat’s perfect body. Brat, do you feel how fucking sexy you two are?”

She mewled onto Haechan’s cock as Yangyang thrust hard up into her. Red blinded her, eyes shut tight. Her ears were ringing, head heavy as she fought to raise her head.

Yangyang swore incoherently as his hand on her hip began to ache, cock pumping in and out of her furiously. Hand clamping her jaw open, Haechan grunted.

Eyes open - drifting up Haechan’s glistening toned body - she widened her mouth. His teeth were gritted together tight, eyes heavily hooded. Milking his cock, the hot thick cum dribbled out from his fleshy red tip.

Her tongue and cheeks radiated with his cum’s heat. Lights inflamed in his eyes as his tongue flicked against his two front teeth.

“Swallow it, brat.” She shut her mouth and refused to look away as she felt Haechan’s musty warmth ride down her throat towards her stomach. He pushed one knuckle against her lips. Chest swelled with pride. “Being so obedient. Cum on Yangyang’s cock, baby.”

“Brat!” Yangyang’s grip on her hips tightened. She whined as Yangyang’s cock curved left deeper into her, hitting her in a new spot. Flames catapulted up to her chest. “Fucking-you-so-fucking-hard-fucking-brat.”

“Yangyang! Yangyang! P-please.” Haechan’s lips wet her earlobe. He was laid down on his side beside her, eyes fixed on Yangyang’s cock fucking her. “H-haechan, b-babe, I want to cum.”

“Little brat.” Haechan’s fingers pinched her nipples as his lips sucked the pulse on her neck. Yangyang groaned as he stilled, balls deep. Haechan pinched and tugged on her slickened nub. “Didn’t Yangyang say you’d be just like this? Begging us to fuck your little hole.”

Her eyes shut, body ablaze as Haechan used two fingers to milk her clit with his mouth sucking and biting her left tit.

Yangyang’s panting was becoming raspier, voice hitching up high as he sped up his pace. As her thighs squeezed his hips, she moaned, orgasm sending all the fire up to her head.

“Yangyang!”

Haechan hummed against her lips, tongue licking her. Her cries were muffled as his tongue invaded her mouth.

“Fuck!” Yangyang slowed his thrusts as his hips jerked hard against her. He groaned, cum warming her insides. She whimpered into Haechan’s mouth as Yangyang railed her fast, fingers pinching her hips. “Squishy little pussy. You’re filled up with our cum.”

The heavy pants from his open mouth was the only sound she could focus on. A shiver tingled up her spine when he spoke.

“Babe, you two should have gotten beer.”

Haechan caressed her cheek as he broke their kiss. She smiled, feeling Haechan’s lips kissing the tears off the corners of her eyes. At last, she opened her eyes to see Yangyang seated to her right and Haechan to her left.

“My thirst has been quenched,” she said, feeling Yangyang’s arms under her body. He pulled her onto his lap, hand stroking down her side to grope her ass. Nestling her head against his chest, her eyes closed. “You can check if there’s rosé in my fridge.”

“Did we fuck you out?” Haechan’s voice was beside her ear before she felt wet lips on the side of her neck. “Little brat, beautiful fuckdoll slut of ours.” His finger glided over her cheek. Wet kiss on her shoulder. “You sure you don’t want to join us in the kitchen? Rosé tastes better with some essence of Donghyuck in your throat.”

She couldn’t open her eyes, but managed to smile. One short chuckle escaping her lips.

“Maybe next time. When I finally get to play with your asshole.”

“Hey, what?” Yangyang’s voice was clear. Tone rising an octave. “You were talking about anal play without me?”

“That’s how she baited me here.”

“Brats.” She chuckled lazily, feeling their wet kisses on her face. “Go have your wine. I’m so sleepy. Thank you for fucking me so good.”

“You did good playing Mistress tonight.” Yangyang set her down on the bed before palming her ass. And then her tit. “But I was right that you’re our little brat.”

“I can’t wait to see more of our Mistress.” Haechan’s tongue wet the back of her ear. “Let me know how soon you want to play with us again, brat.”

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Thank you for reading, always!

Love, CC 💚

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good morning, the talented angel!! some love time to brighten your day! okok i've got some ideas so i'm super excited, wait for them. puss in boots is a TT i don't know if i am even able to watch it here but i'll try, love!! i see all these gifs and replies in tumblr and go TT i'm already heartbroken. just a situation from my life. someone speaks about cats. i make eye contact with my one, every time just the same one friend and she's just 'oh nooo she's already about to cry' 'im honored to have someone like you read my works' and i'm honored to read the works of someone like YOU!!!! luv u!!!!<з gimme gimme by nct127 is not my fav comeback but yeah it's stylish. still in my 2018 era when they released boss TT the best years of kpop 'I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS FIC' don't know if i should be scared or excited... 'NOW I HAVE TO WRITE P3' YEAH these jokes from the real life about me being buisness-motivation-earn-your-first-billion-in-a-second aren't jokes anymore!!! 'i can bite anyone who pressures me myself' ok i can stand as a big scary dog next to you then 'im excited to exercise after my classes' so sweet TT i'm glad your doing good. 'im the designated soprano since no one else can be' have no clue what this is but sure you'll do the best!! you're the best after all. 'waking my dad up during his naps' OMG I'M GONNA CRY such cuties TT wish your dad good sleep TT sorry i haven't reacted to everything i wanted to butbut 1) omg i'm stupid TT i've been obsessed with some russian artist and his song 'Infinite Universe' (actually 'is the universe infinite?' but ok) and while i was thinking about point 3 (later), i was like WAIT. it's so absolutely about this modern au for me TT the plot is another cliche about thousands of worlds and variations of our reality but this thought hit me BAD. if you're ever interested, i found some eng subs for you. 2) first of all, i imagine waiting for a lifetime ending with the sweetest kiss with some stained tears. AND. WHAT IF the ending is a parallel? not the wedding but the childbirth like in the beginning. but this time it ends up good (just like aemma's) and no one dies. and there i have 2 variants. if the reader told daemon, he's been really nervous and fidgety during the labour, maybe even going away not to witness it. but in the end he's so relieved and wow omg thanku all the sweet stuff. and if he's been recalling his first life, labour triggers him BAD. so he recollects TOTALLY EVERYTHING and becomes even more nervous while being with his wife. thus when it ends good, he's even more relieved and just absolutely rushes to kiss her, thank her, non-stop mumbling about how scared he got and how he recalled everything. it may be sooo far away from your image but i love this concept so much. 3) again about this artist, noize mc. i've been obsessed with his old songs soo. i have the one called 'My Sea' with eng subs. the main line 'my sea, i beg you to not spit me out ashore during another storm of your tantrums' had me thinking. (also the fact that in russian 'being worried' and 'sea being rough' are the same word...) like IMAGINE. it's not actually the one of ideas as reqs i was talking about daemon with a velaryon reader (legitimately velaryon or just a mother/grandmother and another house nm) as the restless sea and the reckless flames (well dragon). both having to calm each other down but in the different ways. daemon needs to comfort his wife saying she doesn't need to be always worried and think how to solve every problem in the world. and his wife teling him his brother loves him and he absolutely doesn't need to kill a lord who said his wife's dk a whore. in fact, still the cliche concept with the wise and responsible one and the one who does foolish things in their behalf but AAA i love this. this mutual help but in the different ways?? my heart is throbbing. thanks for reading it!! let me know what you think. love you!! have a nice day!!! take care <з

HELLOOOO!!!! i forgot to answer your ask this morning lol

HAVE A LOBO GIF BECAUSE HES SO GOOD I LOVE HIS CHARACTER SO MUCH CINEMA!!!!!

good morning, the talented angel!! some love time to brighten your day!

good morning/noon/night lovie <3 my star, my heart <3

okok i've got some ideas so i'm super excited, wait for them.

puss in boots is a TT i don't know if i am even able to watch it here but i'll try, love!! i see all these gifs and replies in tumblr and go TT i'm already heartbroken. just a situation from my life. someone speaks about cats. i make eye contact with my one, every time just the same one friend and she's just 'oh nooo she's already about to cry'

ah i see. you dont have to watch it if you dont want to but you know people, they like to share things they like with people they like, but if the idea distresses you, because it does talk about death, then dont. i will say though, it does give a very nice take away about death, so yeah

'im honored to have someone like you read my works' and i'm honored to read the works of someone like YOU!!!! luv u!!!!<з

gimme gimme by nct127 is not my fav comeback but yeah it's stylish.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO BUT YEAH I AGREE not my fav comeback either but i was so excited to see johnny centre <3 LOVE LOVE LOVE but damn i hate his line about dead clowns T_T YUCK WHAT WAS THAT WHY JOHN WHY

BUT I RECENTLY WATCHED WAYV'S PHANTOM AN AS:LFHASLHF BOP UGHHHH AND XIAOJUN 😭😭😭💀💀💀🥵🥵🥵🤤🤤🤤

still in my 2018 era when they released boss TT the best years of kpop

thats the vid that made be decide ok imma like this group but it still took me a while to get into them tho. ALSO YOURE A CZENNIE TOO 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 LOVE THAT FOR US WHO IS YOUR BIAS MINE IS JOHN AHHAAHHA if you cant tell

'I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS FIC' don't know if i should be scared or excited...

😈 both

'NOW I HAVE TO WRITE P3' YEAH these jokes from the real life about me being buisness-motivation-earn-your-first-billion-in-a-second aren't jokes anymore!!!

what HAHAHHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHA thats so random lol

'i can bite anyone who pressures me myself' ok i can stand as a big scary dog next to you then

'im excited to exercise after my classes' so sweet TT i'm glad your doing good.

i hope youre doing good too my love

'im the designated soprano since no one else can be' have no clue what this is but sure you'll do the best!! you're the best after all.

T_T im so sorry i have been hanging out with my music classmates i forgot not everyone knows music lingo. soprano is basically someone who sings the high parts of a piece in simply terms lol.

'waking my dad up during his naps' OMG I'M GONNA CRY such cuties TT wish your dad good sleep TT sorry i haven't reacted to everything

its ok if you dont react to everything!!! it can be hard to do that, but yes T_T so cute my dad is so annoyed by it but secretly loves it i think HAHAH

i wanted to butbut 1) omg i'm stupid TT i've been obsessed with some russian artist and his song 'Infinite Universe' (actually 'is the universe infinite?' but ok)

you should have told me the artist T_T is it by noize? i listened to the song. interesting to know you like music like that if that is the song yo mean.

and while i was thinking about point 3 (later), i was like WAIT. it's so absolutely about this modern au for me TT the plot is another cliche about thousands of worlds and variations of our reality but this thought hit me BAD. if you're ever interested, i found some eng subs for you.

hahahhahHAHAHAHAHAH AH YES. we mean the same song HAHHAHAHAHAH. i didnt really like the song T_T it probably hits different for you because you understand the russian, but i dont like raps that function as a percussion (meaning like a drum that doesnt have notes/melody) i like the chorus part where he sings much better though.

2) first of all, i imagine waiting for a lifetime ending with the sweetest kiss with some stained tears. AND. WHAT IF the ending is a parallel?

i love your parallelism idea. i will say, i never actually imagined the first scene to be a childbirth scene LOL i didnt even know it was registering like that, all i know is yn is dying cos of a gaping wound lol

not the wedding but the childbirth like in the beginning. but this time it ends up good (just like aemma's) and no one dies. and there i have 2 variants. if the reader told daemon, he's been really nervous and fidgety during the labour, maybe even going away not to witness it. but in the end he's so relieved and wow omg thanku all the sweet stuff.

i abhor the idea of writing a death from childbirth. idk if my feminist ass will allow 20th century daemon not to be present in the birth. fuck him and his trauma. fuck you rat, you claim to love your wife but u cant be there? fuck your trauma, she could die and you wont be there? ive upset myself with this idea and cant even say the sweet ending part is a sweet idea lol AHHAH

and if he's been recalling his first life, labour triggers him BAD. so he recollects TOTALLY EVERYTHING and becomes even more nervous while being with his wife. thus when it ends good, he's even more relieved and just absolutely rushes to kiss her, thank her, non-stop mumbling about how scared he got and how he recalled everything.

ok i like this better because you didnt mention anything about him fucking leaving so <3 i think deserve, worship the ground she steps on she gave you a child

it may be sooo far away from your image but i love this concept so much.

it's a good concept! i;ll think of adding it. i love how were planning the ending already but i havent even made p3 HAHAHAHAH. actually though i started writing it!!!! im so excited to finish it so you can finally read it HASL:FHAHSF!!!!

3) again about this artist, noize mc. i've been obsessed with his old songs soo. i have the one called 'My Sea' with eng subs. the main line 'my sea, i beg you to not spit me out ashore during another storm of your tantrums' had me thinking. (also the fact that in russian 'being worried' and 'sea being rough' are the same word...)

i like this song better because his rap has melody. the same russian word is mind blowing T_T wow i love it when language does that

like IMAGINE. it's not actually the one of ideas as reqs i was talking about daemon with a velaryon reader (legitimately velaryon or just a mother/grandmother and another house nm) as the restless sea and the reckless flames (well dragon). both having to calm each other down but in the different ways. daemon needs to comfort his wife saying she doesn't need to be always worried and think how to solve every problem in the world. and his wife teling him his brother loves him and he absolutely doesn't need to kill a lord who said his wife's dk a whore. in fact, still the cliche concept with the wise and responsible one and the one who does foolish things in their behalf but AAA i love this. this mutual help but in the different ways?? my heart is throbbing.

🥺 this is a sweet idea. honestly im a sucker for plots like this. i love it when characters exhibit are someone the same but in different ways, and i love how one makes up for the other. <3 ugh i love dynamics like that. i will say im not feeling making smth fluffy rn HAHAHAHH so lets just park this ig.

also since you shared music to me, i want to share music to you <3 i think it's in russian as well so its perfect (at least i hope its russian) it's 'Okay by Dimash Kudaibergen' he's actually from Kazakhstan so pardon my ignorance cos i cant tell if its kazakh or russian T_T he's one of my favorite artists ever he's so so so so good at singing and i love this song so much. i used this song as inspiration for my midterms last semester.

thanks for reading it!! let me know what you think. love you!! have a nice day!!! take care <з

thank you for writing to me again my love. i hope you like the song and i hope you have an amazing day. i love you so much take care <3 <3

xxx (ew the gif is ugly but thats the first thing i found lol HAHAHHA)

#anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #modern!daemon nonnie

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years

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When Mommy's Resting

Diluc x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut, NSFW, Mommy Kink, Consensual Somnophilia, Sub Diluc, Dom Mommy Reader, Overstimulation, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving)

Summary: To most people, Diluc was a man of mystery, a strong, rich and handsome business man who seems to always be stoic, but within the space of your own home, he is just sensitive baby who likes getting you to ride his dick. He was obedient, until of course he was put under the influence of the Cavalry Captain.

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Diluc was done for the night, he sighed, it was a long day bartending at the tavern, he can't wait to just go home to you and cuddle up to mommy.

As he was cleaning up, he thought if you were still awake at this hour. 'Probably not, she did tell me that she has a lot of things to do with Cyrus and the others in the Adventurer's Guild, she must be tired.'

As he was wiping down the counter, he heard the door of the tavern open and close, and an unwanted guest stood right in front of him. The Cavalry Captain, Kaeya, who seems to wear a smirk quite different from his usual grin.

"Diluc, good you're still here." The blue haired man walked up to him, arms crossed with mischief painted on his feature.

"We're closed, better get going, Sir Kaeya." Diluc said with a rather tensed and irritated voice. But that only seemed to amuse the knight.

"Ohh, I see." The blue haired man still sat on a stool in front of his brother though. "Eager to see your Mommy back at the Dawn Winery?" Diluc froze up, looking at the former with a shocked expression that seemed to irk him even more.

"I d-don't know what you're talking about." Diluc stuttered, turning away from his brother and pretended to clean up the other parts of the counter.

The Cavalry Captain chuckled, "She told me." 'No, she wouldn't, my Y/N would never.' "Told me about what goes around you guys, pretty interesting. It makes me quite jealous, my flings aren't usually comfortable with that kind of relationship." He continued and Diluc's clenched his hand in frustration. You did tell him! And now that one eyed punk is gonna try to gt you from him.

He looked back at the smirking man and glared. "Don't get any ideas, bastard." He'll never let anyone steal you from him.

"Relax, brother. Although I am quite interested in that kind of relationship, I'm quite sure she doesn't like anyone but you." Kaeya laughed, "However, she did tell me another thing. You're a bit too obedient aren't you?" Diluc felt uncomfortable, sure when you tell him that he's a good boy, kiss his forehead and pat his head while you ride him, he feels so good about himself, other people telling him just makes him uneasy.

"This is between me and her, it's non of your business, Kaeya." He said in a serious tone. "I'd rather not talk about this." Diluc straightened up, finished up cleaning and walked away from his brother.

As he was about to leave though, the knight stopped him. "Don't you want to contribute more on that relationship, she seems to be the only one putting in actual effort." Kaeya stated to him. He smiled when Diluc stopped and sighed.

"Alright, what do you have in mind?"

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He can't believe it, why is he doing this?

Did you think he was boring? Maybe you complained to Kaeya about him and his brother is just giving him a boost.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Well, anyway, as he watched your sleeping figure, Diluc smiled a bit, you look so beautiful, like an angel, and now he's supposed to take you this way.

Being honest to himself, he is so excited! You two have always been so comfortable around each other, to the pint where he basically knows that you won't mind what he's doing right now, taking of your garments that didn't even cover much in the first place.

He loves seeing your naked body, you perfect boobs that he loves to suck on when you shove his face onto your chest, your skin with a few stretch marks that only he's been able to see, your plump thighs that you squeeze around his head whenever you order him to eat you out, and then, your pretty little cunt, just made for him and his cock, the juices you make are like a sweet tasty treat just for him.

Diluc can't wait to taste it again.

Gently spreading you're legs apart, he was met by your slightly wet pussy, he can practically feel his mouth watering with hunger for you. Diluc tested the waters buy liking your clit with the tip of his tongue, you didn't move. He felt his heartbeat increasing by the second. He was still afraid to wake you up, deep down, he wants to keep his title as your good boy despite him defiling you right now.

'Fuck it.' And he just shoves his face between your legs, lapping your juices and sucking on your clit. He can hear you let out a few whimpers, Diluc's never heard that before! Usually you're the one that always makes him moan and scream, this time he can actually hear you make lewd sounds! And boy does he love it, the noises you make irks him on even more.

He sucked even harder on your clit and that's when you let out a moan that just straight up went to his cock.

"D-Diluc?" He looked up and there you were, with tired eyes that looked so so cute. But he didn't stop sucking though and you kept moaning. "Ughh, baby.... Mhhhm, baby, what are you- Ohhh!" His tongue grazed your hole, which made you jump. And now you're holding his head and shoving it down even more, as you grind your cunt on his face. "Ohhh, that feels so good, Luc." You moaned out.

Diluc loves it, the way you just grind on him mouth, loves how much juices your giving him. He just really loves you.

And you came hard on his mouth, which he of course as a good boy, swallowed.

Your head fell back onto the bed. Tired from your post orgasm. You felt your Diluc suck a few more times to clean up your cunt before slipping beside you.

You rised up and open your arms for him, and he gladly welcomed himself into your warmth, laying his head between your boobies.

"What was that for, love?" You asked him. He felt his heart clench. Did you not like it? And now he's gonna lose his good boy privileges.

"You didn't feel good, Mommy?" He asked with a broken tone, looking up at you to see that you're already staring at him.

"Of course I did, silly!" You laughed a little, "I think I was just surprised, my baby boy, doing something so naughty." You booped his nose as he smiled a little.

When you told Kaeya about Diluc and your kinks and stuff, you knew he was gonna go to Diluc to embarrass and probably suggest something to him. But you never expected Kaeya to tell Diluc to eat you out in your sleep!

You did purposely do that so Diluc would have motivation for a little spice. And you got it, and boy did it feel amazing.

"But was I good?"

"You always are, baby."

With that, he nuzzled his face at your chest lovingly.

"But..."

His ears perked up. "It's not fair that Mommy's the only one to cum right?" You asked teasingly.

And then he felt it, the painfully hard cock still confined within his pants. You start to rub it with your leg.

You are gonna give him a lot tonight.

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"Ahhh... Mommy, please.... ughh." You stroked his messy red hair as you savagely went up and down on his cock, squeezing it so good with your delicious pussy walls.

And he let out a low grunt as he came once again, he's so tired from cumming so many times inside you already. But just looking at your face and down to where you two connect makes him hard all over again. It just feels too good to stop.

"That's right." You roll your hips around before slamming back down to take all of him. "Moan for me, baby. Tell Mommy what you want." You grabbed his hands and guide them to cup and fondle your boobs as you ride him.

He came so many times that there's only a little bit coming out when he hits his peak.

"P-please, make me cum inside you again." He said while holding back a few moans.

He lets out a growl after he came out for the last time and you felt his seed pour into your cunt that's already full of his cum.

Getting up from his dick, his and your cum starts to drip down your thighs.

You sat down between his legs and spread you thighs to show him your pussy stuffed full of your shared cum. "Oh, baby. Look at that, you came so much, huh?" You giggled as it dripped out of you.

"M-Mommy, please keep it inside." He whispered in a low voice, making you smile even more. Exhaustion was shown all over his features. You knew that he did feel better if you keep all his cum inside you every time you make him cum so many times.

You giggled again, "Alright, baby. Go to sleep, maybe we'll do this again tomorrow morning." He nodded before closing his eyes.

But before you can even lay next to him, his eyes opened up immediately.

"Why did you tell Kaeya?"

Oh, right. Hehe.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc #diluc smut #mommy kink #tw: somnophilia

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thatgoblin · 3 years

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RE Boys x Submissive Reader

Warnings: Sexy stuff. Dom/Sub stuff from the bedroom to everyday life. Don't like, don't read.

Y/G = Your Gender

Requested by Anonymous

Carlos

It wasn't obvious at first, you were just always doing what he asked. Not that he asked for a lot.

"Hey babe, can you get the mail?"

"Sure!"

"Babe, can you help me find my phone?"

"Okay!"

"Can you do the laundry tonight while I'm at work so I have clean work clothes for in the morning?"

"Sure, babe!"

But then when he dipped his toe into bossing you around in the bedroom, hoooo boy did he find out big time.

"Suck my cock, baby. I wanna see those lips stretched around me."

"Yes, Sir."

"Tell me how badly you want me to just pound you into the mattress."

"Please! I need you inside me! I want you to fuck me so hard I don't walk for a week!"

Then it started to leak over into other aspects of your lives. Carlos was always a hypersexual person, something you could never fault him for. After all, the man couldn't keep his hands to himself in front of others, so when you two were alone in the house, he would take full advantage of it.

"Spread those legs. Yeah, just like that. Don't let the food burn."

"Fuck, Sir."

He wasn't a stranger to kink, but he never delved too deep in it before you came along. Carlos had been content with having sex as it was, no toys, names, kinks, just getting one another off.

But then you started to call him 'Sir' and his brain went Brrr.

So he told you to call him 'Sir' anytime you two were intimate. He quickly became adept at handling you, enjoying how malleable you were in his hands.

Carlos respected you of course, knowing you were a fully capable adult and when angered kind of scary, but when you called him 'Sir,' he knew you would be obedient and serving to his wants and needs because that was what got you off. Serving him.

Further into the relationship, learning more and more as you two went, he even got you a collar with 'Property of Sir' engraved on the tag.

It was almost like he'd proposed to you with how excited you were.

When the collar was on, you were his and his to do with as he pleased, something you both enjoyed thoroughly.

Chris

Chris was not a kinky man. At least he never thought he was.

When you two began dating, he just had a habit of giving soft orders without thinking about it and you would comply.

Most of the time it wasn't really asking much, if you truly had a problem with it you would speak up.

He liked that about you. Taking it as you were laid back and non-confrontational.

Your first time together, he said 'Good Y/G' and you came hard around him. He quickly figured out that if he praised you, you were so much more receptive to what he was doing.

There were a few things he found odd, but didn't ask about, they were pretty harmless really and if you liked them then why bother?

Sometimes you would sit in the floor and rest your head against his knee or sit in front of him on the floor between his legs.

You seemed to always be ready to help around the house even before anything was mentioned. Chris was the homeowner and you were the visitor so why wasn't he the one cleaning the house?

If he was having a bad day, you would drop whatever you were doing to cheer him up. Not that that was odd, but on those day when you two had sex, you would offer yourself to him in any way he wanted.

You had to spell it out to him when it got to a point that you seemed almost agitated that something wasn't happening in the bedroom.

"I need you to take control."

"You want me to boss you around?"

"No, not boss me around like a micromanager. I want you to do what you want to me. I get off on you leading the way rather than me leading you."

"I still don't get it."

"I need you to Dom me. Like kinky Dom. Like leather daddy, Alpha breeding me, primal play of you hunting me down and mating with me, Dom."

"Oh. . . Uh. . . I'm gonna need to do some Googling first before we come back to that. Okay?"

It was totally fine because you wanted him to know and explore so he could find his style and how he wanted to do it. You were down for any style really.

Turns out you were spot on with Chris being an Alpha and primal play.

A few days of research and uneasy trying out of terms and actions, Chris was able to get out of his head and enjoy himself more. In fact he was actually happier for it. That time spent with you in such a base level made him feel more stable and less walled in.

The two of you talked more, laying out the rules and terms, and created a relationship that helped you two grow closer and have a stronger bond because of it.

Leon

This man knew exactly what you were when you two first met even if you didn't.

He was in the kink life style and had had a few subs before you came along.

Leon wasn't a Master Dom type or an Alpha Dom type. Oh no, he was a Daddy Dom type.

He loved to spoil his subs, cooing how pretty they looked as he brought them to orgasm.

You were no different, except in that you two were an actual couple as well. Leon had not done that before.

It some adjusting, but soon the two of you found your rhythm.

He helped you find the terms and words for what you wanted, lovingly guiding you along your journey to find your fit. You two tried out different things to see what you liked and didn't like.

Turns out you just really liked Leon.

He could get you to do anything he wanted, even if you were hesitant at first. A soft smile, those baby blues looking you over, a gentle nudge with a firm hand and you were ready.

While Leon was in the kink life style, he didn't go to parties or clubs. No, he didn't like sharing if he could help it. You were of the same mind.

If anyone else asked you to do what Leon did, you would look at them as if they were crazy.

But Leon. . . Oh, Leon.

You were wrapped around his pinky and it was oh so willingly.

Like Carlos, Leon purchased a collar. A thin, black one made of leather with a silver ring that held a tag with 'Leon' on it.

He had a matching bracelet that had your name engraved on the inside, something he could always wear no matter where he went.

It was the one thing he never took off save for the shower and bed.

That was all you needed to be assured he loved and cared about you.

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

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geminil0vr · 3 years

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"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

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Days of Candy Chapter 2

Warnings: CreepyDark!Duncan Shepherd, sexual harassment, dubcon/non? (just to be safe) touching, dirty talk, possessive Duncan, abuse of power, manipulative Duncan, male masturbation, forced kiss, cockwarming, mention of rape and abuse (but none in the chapter), housewife kink, implied age gap, corruption kink, innocence kink, implied homophobia, mention of anxiety, depression and mental disorders, misogyny kink, corruption kink, sexism, implied age gap, Duncan‘s dirty thoughts, sir kink, praise kink.

Summary: In the small town of Willowdale, Y/N finds her dull life as a waitress at a mediocre diner get a little more interesting when the mysterious and daunting Sheriff takes an interest in her.

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x Naive/shy reader

This is the first thing I ever written and posted so sorry if this is bad, please give me any constructive feedback/criticism to improve! I am new to this please don’t hate it too much lmao.

Author’s note : This series will have dubious consent and sexual harassment. It is a dark story about a Corrupt Sheriff’s who manipulates people so if you are uncomfortable with that please don’t read! This story deals hugely with sexism as its based in the late 50s/60s.

Thanks to @bloodcoatedeclipse for reading through some parts of it and giving me feedback lmaoo.

I didn’t use a lot of 50s/60s slang just two besides swell and gal

Flip your lid - go crazy

Nifty/groovy - cool or cool vibes

Word count: 5.6k

“what a perfect view doll, bend down, y’ur ass stickin out, all for me all in this lonely night”, a familiar voice said seductively

You quickly get up, feeling flustered, adjusting the hem of your skirt as you hold the mop close to your body

“Sh-sh-sheriff what are you doing here?”, Feeling nauseous because of his presence, alone, at night…after that previous incident.

“What does it look like doll? I am here to pick you up.”, Duncan says with confidence as if the question you are asking him is the stupidest he has heard

You immediately, look up to him. He was wearing a brown greaser jacket, you felt it is similar to jacket Xavier might have had…this made your heart sink, what didn’t help is when you realized how attractive he is because of the result of the rain, his beard is glistering from the reflections of the diner’s lighting despite it being dull.

You felt your heart beat.

“No, its okay its a walking distance”

“I can’t let a beautiful young dame like yourself walk alone now can I? Hop in the car once you’r are done.”

You blinked at him not knowing how to respond, you feel shy when you talk to him, always not knowing how to answer him back..maybe because he knew Xavier?

Or maybe because he had so much power as a sheriff..and you are sure he is going to be re-elected again next year. He apparently helped a lot of people to get out of debts but that makes you wonder how does he get all this money? Did Xavier know?

He seems like he is waiting for your answer, as his hands are on his waist, around his handcuffs and keys, and his lips playing with the toothpick lingering on his mouth

You easily get stuck in your head, you snap back to reality: “it is okay, you don’t need to do - ”

He interrupts your sentence, “is there something you would like to say to me doll?, cause it looks like you just don’t want my company is that it?” You felt his chest vibrate from how he uttered that question, it sounded nearly unintelligible.

You felt your heart pounding, sweat forming on your forehead. You didn't want to make him angry. “No no of course I want your company!, let me finish up and I will meet ya outside.” You agitatedly vocalize your statement while looking at the ground

He loves that he can always get his way with you. You make it so easy.

He hums in approval

“No its alright I will wait for ya, love seeing you doing those house chores like a pretty little housewife. It is a sight dollface”, he chuckles while eyeing you up and down.

You pause, feeling tensed.

“Go on, continue” as he gives himself a seat, across from you to see you working and see your face.

He does love seeing your rear, but he loves seeing you flustered when he gazes at you.

You shakily start mopping the floor, every second feels like torture. Hoping he doesn’t realize the effect he has on you.

But however he has noticed, he is mused that he has power of you, makes his cock excited

“Am I making you nervous babydoll?” He cooes, shifting his toothpick on his lip, left to right with a slyish grin

You ignore him, giving him your side angle, while mopping away from him. You give him your back figure which makes me angry and hard at the same time.

“eye on me little lady”, he says in a harsh tone, punctuating each word slowly

You respond back to him surprised with your confidence as you look at the door behind him, scared to look at him in the eyes, “can you please let me finish and you can take me home…”

“Watch your manners baby, or you are in it for a spankin’, declares it with raised eyebrows.

You blush, why is he talking to you that way? it’s not like you were his wife….

Was he that touchy and talkative with you when Xavier was your boyfriend?

Carissa has told you no, he started acting differently ever since Xavier went missing and then declared dead.

“S-sorry sheriff”, you shift back to your older position, so that Duncan can see your face, and continue mopping

He likes when you are eyes are engaging with his eyes, he is waiting for the day when you touch yourself on his bed with your legs spread wide open for his wolf-like eyes to take in the view as you chant his name like prayer to give you the command for you to finally cum, while staring at him with your chastely eyes.

As you mop the floor, motioning it back and forth towards Duncan, your curvy body was in motion as well. He hoped you didn’t re-button your dress again, as he can take in the view of your breasts jiggling again. His eyes lingering slowly all over his favourite parts of your body, your neck, lips, neck, waist and hips . He noticed how nervous you are, there were fear in your eyes, you felt naked in his eyes because of his alpha-like eyes, giving you goosebumps.

You saw his pupils dilated not sure why.

After 15 minutes of awkward silence and Duncan forcing you to look at him as you were mopping the floor, you hoped the floor looks fine and that your boss Bob doesn’t get mad the next day.

You are not going to lie, you always wanted to be in his car. It was a dream car. You have seen them a lot in magazines, you don’t know much about cars but you do know this one, 1956 Chevy Bel Air, with a unique colour. White with purple around the edges, elaborate taillight and chrome highlights.

This was the first time you got close to the car, Your head started to hurt, you stood your ground, as you remember fragments of Xavier riding a similar car but in red.

Duncan realizes you might have remembered something…fuck fuck fuck, he hoped you didn’t remember what he didn’t want you to remember..

His hands grips your hand to make you snap out of it before you dig deeper into your suppressed memories.

“you alright there, doll?” Faking his concern you don’t know that, as he opens the door for you to hop in

“Ye..ah..” I am fine” you softly respond. His hand leaves your hand and goes to your back to shift you to get into his car.

You hop in his car, the car felt new, smell of leather with a mix of aged.. cigarettes smoked probably by Shepherd.

The car ride was silent.. he has an old song playing which makes it even more unbearable.

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight and a rendezvous

Your eyes held a message tender

Saying "I surrender all my love to you

“How old is this song anyway?” You mention in annoyance with your right hand on the the rest that is placed near the door handle

Duncan has a wide smile on his face, happy that you are finally making a conversation with him.

“it’s from the 1930s I believe.....besides I don’t like the weird music you youngsters listen to nowadays..what was it Elvis Presley and The Beatles? They aint manly, jiggling all around with their bobby haircuts” removing his hands from the steering wheel to motion with his hand the disapproval.

You giggle, and his heart skips a bit. Fuck. He couldn’t believe he made you giggle. Xavier always made you giggle and it frustrated him.

“The Beatles are swell….but James Dean has my heart. I loved his style in that movie, particularly his red jacket in Rebel Without a Cause.. it’s nifty.” You state swoonly as you gaze out of the window.

Midnight brought us sweet romance

I know all my whole life through

I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

He thought maybe that’s why you liked Xavier, he bought a similar red jacket as James Dean from the film several days after meeting you. Xavier also had that rebel vibe to him. He remembered his friend as well being a fan of Marlon Brando hence why he wanted to be an actor. To move out of the suburbs, to go to the dreamland..to Hollywood with you. You used to always want to be around him, he didn’t let the deputies patrol the drive in, since he always saw you there with him. He hated seeing you with his friend but he can’t help himself, he wanted to always be near you, see you and to one day feel your skin on his skin.

His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed as he starts to get jealous over a dead man.

You noticed his face seems boiling from rage as his hands gripped forcibly the steering wheel…you don’t know why. Scared to ask so you just continue gazing at the view in locomotion from the car window, as your sheer scarf around your head blowing from the impact of the window.

You loved the aftermath of the rain, the order after the chaos.

After a few minutes, The sheriff parks in front of your house. It’s 12 AM.

The house you lived in was basic, owned by your deceased father. It was a small house with a small balcony, it looks a little bit like a tree house. Wooden with no paint job. With a white door to enter the house, two small front steps and a small terrace, where you tend to read the Woman magazines.

He can’t wait for you to live in his house. Especially since he is a veteran who served in the Second World War, the government provided him with the perfect suburban American Dream home.

“Thanks for the ride, Sheriff.” you shyly state, about to open the door of his fancy car.

“Nah -ah -ah not too fast, you have to be punished.” He sings in a mocking tone with a daunting smirk.

You were nervously fidgeting, you don’t know why maybe because you are worried you might have done something that might be incriminating especially with your memory loss situation.

“What? What for?” you gullibly ask, looking up to him.

“You lied to me, you told me you had a doctor appointment when it fact you finish your shift late, kitten” , you see him remove the toothpick that was on his plump lips and put it on the ledge behind the steering wheel.

Oh thank God-

but why should I be punished for this? You didn’t know what to say to him so you just look at his eyes, waiting for any instructions.

He remarks that, he loves how obedient you are to him.

“Come closer, suga’r ” he taps his chest motioning you to come closer to him

What is the punishment? Is he going to spank me?

But we are not married why would he??

You timidly move close to him, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He lifts up your chin, bringing your face near his and your gaze to his.

“Kiss me or else I won’t let you leave this car”, Duncan whispers seductively as he shuts your window’s car seat and secures that your door is locked, trapping you in.

“..N…no..o” Duncan this isn’t right”, you respond back.

As you shift back to your seat, Duncan aggressively grips your waist with his right hand and grips your chin with his left hand, forces you into a kiss and he goes deep and sensual, demanding access to your mouth but you instantly deny him entry.

This angers him, he aggressively yanks your hair, you gasp giving Duncan the chance to insert his tongue, he needed to taste your mouth.

You try biting his upper lip, he decides to lift up your weak body from your seat, manhandling you, without breaking from the kiss, you feel his strong hands spank you harsh. You whimper loudly.

This made his cock twitch, lust filling him at the thought of your spanked, bare ass turning into crimson-like imprints by his own hand; or by the paddle with his name engraved, so that his name can be imprinted on your ass…maybe next time.

He is waiting for you to make a bad move again so he can discipline you this way, even if you weren’t his bride yet.

You break the kiss gasping for air, “D..Duuncan..stop” you panted with watery eyes, trying to break away from his grasps, with your hands pushing his muscular chest. He didn’t take no for answer. Removing your hands out of the way with his claw-like hands and putting them around his broad back. He then forcefully dragged you onto his lap to straddle his thick thighs, “be a good girl now, you don’t want to be spanked now don’t you?”

He linked his lips with your lips with urgence and dominance. His tongue dancing with yours, wet and minty from the flavoured cigarettes he tends to smokes.

You felt one of his hands leave your waist and lingering underneath your skirt to cup your clothed sex.

A deep growl leaves his chest

He dreamt of touching this pussy for years. Your soft and squishy puffy lips felt so good on his rough manly hand.

You let out a soft gasp with eyes wide open in surprise, and broke away from the kiss to come up for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Duncan grabs your chin, not giving you a second to breath and continues his assault on your lips and your clothed pussy. His middle finger going from your slit all the way to your swollen clit while his index and his forefinger are on your lips, touching you slowly with his hand. He wanted to make you wet before you left.

Your face flushed, you don’t remember if you reached that base with Xavier yet or not…he was your first boyfriend.

This felt forbidden, having his hands all around you.

You felt like you wanted to go to the bathroom, you were worried it might have been your period?

His tongue feels like hot water burning your skin. He claimed your mouth with intensity. You feel your knees weakened, Duncan filling all your senses.

You are so close to his body, your head in the crook of his neck, eyes closed, you feel his warmth and felt his heart beating quick. You put your hands on his golden badge situated on his right chest, reflected in the moon light, to try and push him away, but he didn’t budge.

he left your assaulted mouth, hearing you panting heavily, and started licking at the column of your neck, his hand leaves your pussy and goes to your bared fleshed upper thigh, his hand moving in a reciprocating motion.

You felt his beard tickling your left check and your neck, His hot soft grunts and warm breath sends shivers down your body and to your aching pussy

Not sure if it’s lust? Is this how you felt with Xavier ?

You bit down on your bottom lip trying to hold back a sob or was it a moan?

“Duncan, I don’t feel good”

He knows he is making you feel good, you just need guidance that’s all.

“Why are you moaning then huh?” He chuckles, you felt his chest vibrating from his laughter, giving you goosebumps.

“give in baby, let me take care of you, that’s what Xavier would’ve wanted” he mutters darkly

your stomach twisting into a nervous knot, is this what Xavier would’ve wanted?

“Re-ally?” You utter quietly with a blush heating up around your neck and cheeks.

He didn’t hear you. Thank God

he gets closer to your ear and whispers,“Knew you’d taste so sweet, just like candy, I wonder what’s the rest of you taste like hm?”

He aggressively bites your earlobe, his hot breath danced on your ear, “I bet just like those pancakes you serve me every morning, thick and creamy.” In a lustful tone.

You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap, felt something touch your stomach, he lets out a profound loud rumble, you look up at him out of shock, his wide blown eyes have now darken.

He looks at your lips that is now glistering and swollen from the kiss, he finally marked a part of you with his spit, he can’t wait to corrupt your other holes.

He decided to let go, this was enough to get him by in the meantime.

You felt his hand loosening around your waist. You take that chance to go back to your seat.

“I….I.. think you need to leave Sir, thanks for the ride”, your hands nervously twist with each other on your lap as you mentally facepalm yourself

“Sir” where did that come from?

Hearing you call him Sir made him groan silently and made his cock stir painfully against the zipper of his pants.

His already rigorous cock getting harder. Duncan trying to recollect himself and not fuck you for the first time in the backseat of his car.. he thought you deserved better than that..a shy innocent young server…probably a virgin.

Well he hoped you still were a virgin, he hoped that fucker didn’t take your virginity. he wanted to claim you for himself, every part of you.

“Why don’t you leave then birdie?”

You felt your thighs automatically clenched and your pussy tingling.

he never called you that, why did you like him calling you that?

Duncan saw your legs clamping together and took note of that. He also didn’t realize you can blush harder than that….you realized you were in his car….idiot

You got out of his car and you heard Duncan tsk out of annoyance, “where is your manners kitten?”

Whats up with him? You thought to yourself.. you thanked him before why do you have to thank him again?

You did not care anymore, you just wanted to back home without any problems and arguments

You huffed in annoyance, “Thanks for the ride Sheriff.”

You uncomfortably felt him linger at your figure as you walked back to your house.

He loves seeing you in motion.you move better than the waves of the ocean, smoothly and flawlessly. His steel blue eyes scanned you up and down, consuming in your body with hunger; that waitress dress in pale blue making you look even more innocent and seductive, an odd combination. He believes only you can do that, besides Marilyn Monroe.

He hoped he can see you from your window, with no curtains or an open curtain, so that he can watch you domestically, wondering how you look like touching yourself when you feel needy at night, if you did touch yourself.

You entered home safe and sound then the realization hit you…. how does he know where you live? You didn’t give him your address? But then again he is the sheriff, he probably has access to all that information but …does he know everyone’s address by hard?..you doubt that. Maybe he visited you with Xavier?

After he saw you close the door, he paused for a second to relish the taste of you left on his lips and was about to put his key back to the ignition, until he saw something interesting.. that made him much harder than he already was… your arousal on the seat of his car.

He reclined his head back to the head restraint,

“Fuck.. you are trying to kill me doll?"

He was so tempted to taste your arousal… he felt like an animal as he brought his index to his seat that was tainted with your nectar and brought it back to his lips.

A hungry growl grumbled in his chest, “tastier than any fuckin candy”

His chest was full of pride, he was glad he made you wet. Not Xavier. Him

He opens his car’s compartment, there lies a stolen panty of yours covered in blood from that day, he didn’t want your fresh arousal going to waste, mixing it with your bloody panty.

After arriving home that day because of sexual urges, he relieved himself to thought of you for a second time, with his left hand holding your used panty from a year ago and his right hand unbuckling his belt, to reveal his throbbed cock. He smeared on his long length, the pre-cum leaking at the head.

Working on his cock, he brings your panty to his nose to sniff your dried blood blended with your womanhood scent, it smelled pure and sweet just like you. To make himself cum faster, he thought of you coming to his office one day during your break and cockwarming him on his lap while he finishes up paperwork, imagining your painful whimpers, you fidgeting in his lap because you are finding it hard to adjust to his cock because of how big he was, he imagines his cock bottoms out in your tight pussy, and how you wet walls clenches around his big cock.

“Dun..c.an, you are too big”, you whine with a giggle, shifting it into a squeal

“Call me sir, love it when you call me sir darlin’”, he growls in your ear

“Sir” , he imagines you whimpering through tears from his cock’s intrusion in your narrowed pussy

“Dollface, you are taking me so well, taking me all in” he praises you in a slightly low deep voice

A groan leaves his chest as he starts pumping his erected length harder, going from the bottom all the way to the top, twisting his tip, and then back down.

He envisions his pelvis rubbing against your mound and clit, your pussy being pink and wet engulfing his cock, while his right hand is feeling your soft and pulpous butt cheek. Your chest is heaving right in front of his predatory eyes, he decides to save the lustful images of him sucking your tits and nibbling your areola another time.

He imagines your voice in his ear, calling him sheriff, sir, daddy and begging him to start fucking you.

As he is about to reach his high, his thrusts gets sloppier with his sticky hands, chanting your name like a prayer over and over again.

Groaning louder as his cock twitches, moaning your name louder as ropes of white soaks his hand, and soaking your panty a bit with his cum.

Tired to change out of your clothes, you quickly go to your bed situated on the left side of your room. You feel the most peaceful in your room, the only time you don’t feel like someone is watching you despite the reoccurring nightmares ever since the incident.

With the floral window curtains. Roses and daisies on a shelf next to a concealed window, giving floral scents all around your room to help calm your nerves and help you fall asleep. At least that was what your doctor had recommended as repression memories if stayed long-term can cause emotional health problems like anxiety, depression and post-traumatic stress disorder.

You immediately shift to the deep slumber of sleep, out of exhaustion.

You wake up the next day 10:30 am. You slept well that day oddly enough, a peaceful sleep. You were happy since you haven’t had any nightmares the past few days. That happiness shifted when you realized the sensual incident that happened in public, and you don’t know how you will be able to work in the diner again, especially how small this town is. You will be the talk of the town again, because obviously that situation had to be with the fucking Sheriff.

At least for today, you had the day off today. You told your Boss Bob that you have an appointment with your doctor at 1 pm, and since you closed the diner yesterday he decided to leave you off the hook.

You made yourself some coffee, and went to your closet that was attached to the wall to choose an outfit. You decide to go with a yellow pastel cardigan with a yellow gingham dress that has a spaghetti strap, wear some rouge lipstick and yellow pale eyeshadow with your hair tied into a pony tail.

You then passed sometime on TV watching Bewitched re-runs, and called Carissa at around 12:30 pm during her break to check in on her brother.

Your hands swirling around the cord waiting for someone from the diner to pick up.

Selma answers, “Hello, Welcome to Jukeburgers, the best milkshakes in town!, what can I do for ya today!” You could hear Venus by Franke Avalon playing and muffled voices in the distance, seemed surprisingly busy today.

You answer loudly, “hey Selma, it’s Y/N, can you pass the phone to Carissa!”

“Oh, Y/N how you been? I heard from Adam about what happened with the Sheriff, so y’all a thing now huh?… You went for the old powerful friend.” Selma teases, her laughing echoing from the speaker.

Your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest, you knew this was going to happen. Trying to sound strong and not in the verge of crying, “Whatever Selma, pass the phone to Carissa” your fingers twisted the cord nervously.

Selma just snickers and you hear her shouting out Carissa’s name to grab the phone

“Hey Y/N?”

“Cari!, I wanted to check up on you with Richard… you didn’t get to tell me what exactly happened…. is everything okay?” You utter in a concerned tone, gripping the phone handle harder.

“yeah yeah, we had to go to the hospital again, he got beat up again, but he didn’t wanna tell me why” you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You know Carissa is worried about him, as well as about his town finding out about his lifestyle.

She continues,“ You know Richard, I don’t want him to get locked up again, especially this town…views anyone that goes to the mental hospital… as lunatics”, you hear her voice quivering on the other side.

You remember Richard telling you that the Sheriff bailed him out the first time so now he owes the sheriff twice.

Why twice?

Was it because of his relationship with Jim Mason?

Does his sister know?

To not worry his sister, he sometimes tells you things that she doesn’t know and you were like Carissa to him. His big sister.

You snap out of your thoughts when you heard Carissa sniffling.

You hated hearing your friend’s sadness echoing from her voice, hoping you were there to hug her. “ I am glad he is okay at least, I miss seeing Richie, I will talk to him whether I get the chance… and you are right.”

You thought about what Carissa thought.

This small boring town feeds on gossip. It made you worried about Xavier’s parents…finding out about yesterday’s incident. Between the last girlfriend of their deceased son and one of his friends in an intimate scene.

What doesn’t help is that Xavier’s parents invited you and Duncan for dinner next week.

“He actually didn’t come today its as if he knows you might-“

You look at the time while you were on the phone, It was 12:40. Your eyes widen out of anxiety of being late. You cut your friend off without letting her finish the sentence.

“Oh shoot Carissa, I have to go now, my appointment is in 20 mins!”

“I really hope all goes well with the appointment, I know I tell you a thousand times but…I don’t really trust that doctor to be honest with ya” she admits assuredly

There was a small pause, because you didn’t really know how to react to that. He was the cheapest Doctor that you can afford. You really had no choice.

Carissa breaks the awkward silence, “well let me know what happens, hope it goes well!” She suddenly sounds different..and hopeful. Makes you happy that you can at least end the call with her tone shifting positively.

“Yeah.. I hope so.. bye Cari” you say weakly with a soft smile

The line goes dead.

You have been going to the doctor 11 months ago, it was recommended by the doctor who helped with your bruises and aided your surgery, Matt Rogers. Since there was nothing particular wrong with your brain scans. He thought it might be something psychological, and he was right. Your neurologist doctor Dr.Barnes, said it is due to trauma that your memories are repressed. Dr. Barnes said it is possible to have specific memories of people, locations and events repressed when it is too hard to bear. He also said It is possible for memories of abuse that have been forgotten for a long time to be remembered….you hope it isn’t related to abuse.

You feel nervous going to his office, you are honestly terrified of the idea of regaining back your memories, what if you find something really disturbing about yourself? About Xavier? How did you get those bruises? Why were some of your clothes missing? Why going to the doctor all those months didn’t help as much? Actually at all?

His office is located not that far off from the the Police department, in the neurology department of Willowdale public hospital.

“Welcome back Miss Y/N, please have a seat” signalling you to take a seat in front of his desk.

It doesn’t help that his office has muted painted walls, changed from age and a faint smell of mouth wash.

“So Y/N, has there been any recent changes?”, He asked while he scanned over your file.

“I finally have a small fragment of Xavier..in my head..” You pinpoint to right side of your forehead.

He knew about your relationship with Xavier and that you don’t remember much of it. It's weird how your brain almost erased that incident and Xavier out of your head.

“Finally some great news, please tell me more!” He lowered your files to give you his undivided attention

“I..I don’t remember the incident, or any memories that I shared with him, just that Xavier had a similar car to Sheriff’s car, but a red version of it.”

There was a torturing pause, you look at your doctor, he seemed lost in thought with brows hollowed and biting his lower lip, he seemed anxious while clicking his retractable pen

You felt tension in the air, when you mentioned the Sheriff..but why?

He breaks a heavy smile,“Well, that’s great news to hear, maybe being around the Sheriff might be in your favour huh?” he chuckles with a Chesire’s smirk on his face

Oh fuck. He probably heard about the incident that happened yesterday.

Your cheeks turn red as you turn your head to the left side of the room, focusing on the wall full of his certificates and accomplishments.

“Oh sorry, Y/N, that was unprofessional..covering his face with his hand, and then went back to look at your files

"No it’s all good Dr.” You gulped and nodded.

He clears his throat and asks, “ any nightmares lately?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t had one the past few days”

He nods while holding your file, “Good, Good. Are you taking the medications regularly at the appropriate time?”

“Yes…. but I haven’t remember anything that much sadly, is it supposed to take that much of a time?” You ask confusedly

“the brain is a complex neurological system, you can’t force its responses.” thrusting out his lips in displeasure

You feel like you are wasting not only your time but also your money. But he is a doctor that you can afford so you have no other choice?

“Ah, I see, well as long as I get some answers pretty soon.” You look down on his Brintons carpet.

You felt your chest tightened out of sadness, will you ever find out what truly happened?

“So far, we are not sure if it is going to be a short term memory or long term memory loss Y/N, so what you can do is keep taking the medications, and you will be eventually get better Miss Y/N”

You nod with a fake smile.

Do you have a choice?

Duncan knew you were at the doctor today, he wish he was able to follow you, but he had a huge workload today. He wanted to see what kinda doll-like outfit you wore today. He particularly liked you in pastel colours and plaid skirts.

It was his break now. He was waiting a call from a certain someone.

Clock ticking, and his legs bouncing up and down waiting for that fucker to call.

Phone rings once

Duncan takes the call.

“Whats the update?”

“Hi Sheriff, he continues "Well, your sweet gal remembered something..”

Duncan eyes widen, and his hands grips the cord aggressively

“What does she remember?”, Duncan says in a threatening voice

“She remembers he had the red car….. the one you got rid of”

His Adam apple gulps out of nerve but he is relieved you still don’t remember what happened that day.

“You fucker, you said those medications well help her not remember a fucking thing-“ his voice getting louder.

“Hey, hey, hey calm down there sheriff, no need to lose your temper, she hasn’t remember anything the past goddam 11 months! And I haven’t even tried hypnos-

“Listen you fuckin cunt, if she remembers anything I swear to God- I will put you in jail for your multiple-“ he chastised with a harsh tone.

“Alright Alright! No need to flip your lid! I will see what I can do to not make her remember a thing”

“You better, or else I will make you lose your fuckin job and lose your pitiful wife” Sheriff expresses in an authoritative sound and hangs the phone stridently.

The Doctor had multiple rape attempts done. Duncan was called several times because of noise complaints, hearing ladies crying or screaming in multiple occasions at night, in drive-ins, parks and carnivals. 4 out of 10 times, it was Duncan who stopped the rape from occurring but he didn’t bring it up to the police department, and instead used this knowledge in his favour and out of power to gain information about his girl, when he discovered that he was going to be her neurologist, and to use him to manipulate her medications or her so that she doesn’t remember a thing.

He will do anything to make you not remember. He is shaping you to be his perfect little housewife. He got this far and he is not going back.

some songs mentioned in the chapter

https://open.spotify.com/track/3dDtXviPnTfLUg111MuTic?si=0d4f2a331a244100 - Midnight and The Stars and You by Ray Noble

https://open.spotify.com/track/2uwP4d0aVAo90aet6UnaRK?si=dc41f548d3324c9d - Venus by Frankie Avalon

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Bad Days (kitten play series, lambden)

Continuation of my kitten Aiden series, something I started like last year and didn’t have the motivation to finish until tonight. cw: bad days, non-sexual kitten play, light dom/sub elements Aiden hadn’t said a word to anyone since he came home almost an hour ago. He nodded at Lambert like they were passing each other on the street, ignored the call from his sister - whom he normally couldn’t be more excited to talk to. He simply threw his coat down on the floor and locked himself in the bathroom. Moments later the shower sounded, but no music was heard, another oddity. He was there far longer than normal, and when he emerged he closed himself in the bedroom for another half hour. Lambert was worried, but he knew better than to pry. It would only make Aiden irritable and withdrawn; he would come to Lambert when he was ready to talk.

He didn’t have to wait much longer, thankfully. Aiden came padding out of their room in pajama pants and a crop top, holding something in his hand. He stopped silently in front of Lambert. Lambert looked up at him, noted the puffiness surrounding his eyes, and sat up straighter.

“Yes, kitten?”

Aiden’s lower lip wobbled slightly. Wordlessly he held out his hands. Lambert realized he was holding his black and purple collar in one hand and the lead in the other. He reached out and took them from Aiden.

“Come, sit next to me, love.” Aiden plopped himself down on the couch and folded his hands in his lap, looking at Lambert hopefully. Lambert smiled as he got to work fastening the collar around Aiden’s neck, noting the way the man shivered as his fingers glided over bare skin.

“Look at you, bringing me your collar all on your own. My good kitten. Had a bad day, did we?”

Aiden nodded and leaned into Lambert’s touch.

“It’s over now, isn’t it?” Lambert clipped the lead and tugged gently, testing the hold. Aiden whined, eyes wide and watery. “It’s okay, kitten. Let me take care of you. Be a good boy and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Aiden nodded. A stray tear slid down his cheek and Lambert swiped it away first with his finger and then with a kiss..

“Lay down for me,” he gently commanded, tugging the lead slightly. Aiden didn’t need to be told twice; he curled up in the spot next to Lambert and placed his head in his lap. Lambert ran his fingers slowly through Aiden’s long curls, digging his fingers into his scalp. Aiden shuttered, ignoring the tears that flowed freely now even as his head began to feel warm and fuzzy. The collar was a comforting pressure around his neck and Lambert’s steady hands made his limbs feel like jello. Soon enough he felt like he was floating, the events of his bad day so far in the back of his mind, and he whimpered into the touch.

“So good for me,” Lambert breathed into the silence. “Always so good for me.” He scratched lightly behind Aiden’s ears, earning himself a rumble as close to a purr as the other man could muster, and smiled to himself. “Love you, kitten.”

Aiden smiled softly, just a tiny twitch of his lips, but it was enough.

#lambden #laiden #lambert #lambert the witcher #aiden #aiden the witcher #the witcher #lambden fanfic #my writing

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This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 1 - living up to its name since it looks to be a series of redemption arcs. Launched with a college confession and a broken friendship, then a flash back to them as seniors in high school. Pairings include friends to lovers, nerd/jock, and maybe cafe boss/employee. There’s a lot going on, but it’s still... quiet and sweet. The script is pretty pat but it’s still WAY more watchable than Cupid Coach or Brothers and most of the acting is solid. Ep 1 tropes included: he’s in engineering, wound tending, fast & bicurious. This could turn into what I wanted My Gear & Your Gown to be. Fingers crossed.

Love Poison 2 Ep 1 & 2 turns out I did watch and report on season 1 (8 eps), season 2 seems equally unmemorable. Thai countryside setting, strong dialect, incomprehensible plot, camp side characters, and ghastly singing.

Y-Destiny Ep 1 (eng subs?) - opened with the sports romance enemies to lovers (they aren’t going in the teaser order). When the couple got over fighting, the flirting was v cute, but the flipping SPONGE BATH trope had to rear its ugly head. Still, this series is shaping up to be less coy and more frank than most BL, better than expected. It feels, I don’t know, gay-er or something? *** Sources were correct that each couple is getting (at least) 2 eps, and MDL has been updated to say this is a 15 episode series (not 7).

Cupid Coach 12 fin - The new Nite was great and should have been a main all along. It felt like we got a tiny nugget of what could have been in about 10 minutes worth of this last ep. It was way too slow with terrible editing and a criminally bad script, but at least it ended happy. Mostly, like Friend Forever, I’m just disappointed that these two actors were done dirty by the series. Bad Cupid Coach, no screen caps for you.

Lovely Writer Ep 6 - breaking news, there’s a het couple I like: toppy bi femme + soft boi = such a good pairing! I know, but this NEVER happens. Meanwhile, Sib’s secret is out, Gene is a bit of a drama queen, and the plot thickens. We half way through.

Brothers Ep 9 - Kaow had a serious moment of advice giving that was truly lovely. Lots of family dama made this a superior episode to... well... any of the others in this series. Which isn’t saying much.

1000 Stars Ep 10 fin - at the start this series didn’t grab me the way GMMTV’s last BL, Tonhon Chonlatee, did. But boy did it end 1000x better. Might have given us 2021′s best forehead kiss. I enjoyed the ultra romantic cliff-top reunion kiss, and I LOVED the stinger flirting scene. That was an absolute gift we had no right to expect. This drama is a poster child for finishing on a high note (always focus on that dessert course). Final thoughts? This was FAR more a classic romance than it was BL. There were some BL tropes used but not many and most of them originated in the romance genre not yaoi. A picture perfect ending bumped 1000 Stars much higher up my best-of list than expected. Not sure how often I’ll rewatch it as a whole, but this last episode? I’m probably rewatching it right now.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Dear Uranus (Taiwan GL) Ep 3 fin - I guess that’s it? Okaaaaay

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 3 (AKA Ep 5-6) - we got actual legit gay culture not just BL (always appreciated) from XingSi. I’m starting to find LiCheng’s “show them we fucking” hijinks hilarious rather than annoying (not sure why, maybe I just love a rubber chicken, or maybe it was the STUFFED CORN WITH THE TASSEL that did it).

-- H4 Moment of RANT --

Tropes included beach trip, there’s only one bed, cook for him, baby is a floppy drunk, carry baby to bed, and.... drunk non-con. Whoopdedoo. Here we go again. Did TharnType teach us NOTHING? (Apparently it taught us if the chemistry is good enough, I have no morals at all.) At least H4 seems to be taking us out of cheese into serious when it comes to assault. Or is it?

I take back what I said last week about XingSi & YongJie being codependency + salvation trope, that only works if YongJie is the uke. He’s NOT. So we got us an obsessive predatory villain with a possible redemption arc. That’s more common in crime dramas, mafia romance, and epic fantasy than BL. It’s real hard to redeem a sexual predator in a reality-grounded universe like contemporary romance (See Kla in LBC1&2).

Next week is gonna be a test of the whole damn franchise. Imma remind both me a you that this was ep 3 of 10 so we got a ways to go yet... but ooof, what have we wrought, BL? (I ended up doing a whole post about the stepbrother trope because of this sub plot.) Taiwan is killing me.

-- RANT ended --

Word of Honor (China) Ep 19-21 - over half way point so we got ALL the back story (in a classic 4 act story structure midway reveal). Now we know who WKX really is and his lineage. We also got some cute hugs and hand holds. Moving along at a nice clip despite being 36 eps total. Still gayest thing to come out of we-not-gay China since Advance Bravely.

Most Peaceful Place (Vietnam) Ep 2 - takes them a while to get eng subs together and ep 2 didn’t drop until late. So I’m putting this in a Thurs time slot going forward. Miscommunication already cleared up and a 2nd couple has been introduced. The pacing on these Vietnamese BLs is always a bit... off. But it’s still better than most of its ilk, enjoyable. I’m thinking it’s a 6 ep arc.

We Best Love 2 (Taiwan) Ep 5 - after the initial drama DRAMA of ep 2, the current external crisis at work is much quieter, giving this whole season a top heavy feel. Taken along side the first season, I think it’s fitting nicely into a 4 act structure, but that might be my bias. I hope I’m not wrong, we’ll find out next week. Shi De puttering about being domestic with Shu Yi on his back was the best execution of the piggyback trope EVER. Meanwhile, our little D/s side couple of codependency, salvation trope + mental illness is becoming weirdly appealing. I don’t know. H4 done mess with my head.

Stand Alones

Absolute BL AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko (Japan) Ep 1-4 mini series. Found subs under A Man Who Defies The World of BL. IT’S HILARIOUS. It’s Japan making fun of us, but also itself for having started this whole BL nonsense - from yaoi roots to present day. It’s parody goddamn gold. Utterly cheeky unto the very last line. We are not worthy.

Apparently the most powerful tropes of all time are: baby is a floppy drunk and the piggyback fo nobility. Oh and chocolate. {Full review here.}

Honestly, this show may have been made with only @heretherebedork and I in mind. I don’t know if you’d even understand half of it if you don’t have a history with the manga source genre and an obsessive interest in underlying narrative devices. I haven’t seen much chatter in the blog’o’sphere on this one because, in the end, it’s not a romance at all, it’s social commentary.

The ending line was a masterclass in lampooning a genre. I’m going to rewatch the whole thing just to catch all the digs I missed first time around. It is a thing of beauty and a joy forever.

Thank you Japan. I forgive you all your hair-styling sins of the last decade.

Breaking News

Spring Line Up:

Scholar Ryu’s Wedding Ceremony AKA Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korean historical BL) April 15th

Close Friend the series (Thai trailer) April 22.

2gether the movie (Thai trailer) April 22 to Thai theaters.

Nitiman (Thai) May 7 on One31.

I Told Sunset About You 2 (Thai) May 27 on LineTV

Ossan’s Love (Hong Kong) June to Viu

Gossip

Bad Buddies released its first promo op via Arm Share, which means GMMTV is at least *thinking* about filming it.

Fun behind the scenes gossip sesh with eng subs for Tell the World I Love You (that Perth Bas movie we are maybe getting someday but will likely be sad).

New Thai BL Bite Me (adapted from novel Grab a Bite) dropped a teaser. It stars Mark Siwat (Kla in LBC) as uke character Ake, a delivery boy with special foodie powers, and chef Eua (seme played by Zung Kidakorn) who discovers him. It’s from the same author as Manner of Death so we might even get some actual plot. Since it’s an established BL actor who I happen LOVE, a known author, and a plot about FOOD, I could not me more excited for this one.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed a day later than actual air date for accessibility reasons. Some are dropping multiples at a time but just started so I’m not sure on numbering.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother. He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin. angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are. i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia so i blame her. as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes. fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao 🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy! feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you!

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word. Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no. He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon. Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second. Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since. Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line. Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin. He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter. Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension. All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever. Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime. You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most. You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch. Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows. It takes a moment to gather your surroundings. You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there. As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time. 5:34 pm. Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix. How had you fallen asleep for five hours? How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it. You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles. Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung. Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest. “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each. Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.” He pushes past you and into the living room.

Your mouth gapes open. Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this. Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure. “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff. “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam? What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado. “Obviously not anymore. We broke up, she kept the apartment. Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps? You clear your throat. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen. “No, you’re not.”

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother. He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat. The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn. Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone. You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon. It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever. What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping. God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on. I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone. “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night. It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple. Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom. The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room. You’re not getting out of this. I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon. Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed. “I agree to your terms. Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time. 6:40. God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready. There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already? We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table. He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement. “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower. That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds. We’ll be waiting awhile.”

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants. You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage. Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.” Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face. “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face. Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening. You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth. Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone. And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin. You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas. He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.” Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory. Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other. Feels like old times. Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room. The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life. Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv. Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.

Why did he do it? You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning. Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off. He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing. Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now. Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again. While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow. You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep. If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved. But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems. You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught. You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable. You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day. Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol. Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. A nightcap. Of course. You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound. Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house. You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate. It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge. You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house. You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile. Liquid sleep. And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder. Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired. “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls. The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.

“Fucking help me! You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything. You did that on your own.” Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent. He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?” You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him. It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you. “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there. You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush. He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks. “We talked about that. Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own. He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.” His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle. “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan. “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth. He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more. His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs. You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused. His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure. He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath. “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free. Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.” He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts. You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime. You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.” Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut. Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.” His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat. You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his. Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life. You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet. My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you. Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!” You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.” He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you. He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix. This is surely what heaven feels like. It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity. He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung! You! Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks. He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises. “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”

“Yeah baby, cum for me. Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down. Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry. You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words. You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please. Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.” You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash. He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY! Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

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itsme-autumn · 4 years

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Quite the Welcome

Author: @itsme-autumn Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader Warnings: smut to the max, degradation, humiliation, cum play, anal plug, anal sex, dirty talk, rough sex, Dom/sub(ish?), praise kink

A/N: Okay, guys. It’s been a whileeeee. I’ve been too busy reading fics to write my own. 😂 This is by far the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and it’s all @hotdamnhunnam ‘s fault. This is straight up porn. You’ve been warned. Mistakes are bound in be in here because I only read through it once. Hope you all enjoy!

Shifting back and forth on your feet, you pull out your phone again to check the time. You had been counting down the days and could barely sleep last night you were so excited, but now you were nervous.

Jax had been inside for 6 months and it was the longest 6 months of your fucking life. Literally. You missed him in every way possible, but the throbbing between your legs indicated that someone had missed him even more.

Like the universe was reading your mind–or more accurately, your pussy–you heard the familiar roar of motorcycles coming down the street. They pulled in the clubhouse lot with Jax in front and you almost melted into a puddle on the pavement at the sight of him. Free, riding his bike, and with his kutte replacing his orange uniform, you’d never seen him look so happy.

That was, until he saw you. He pulled off his helmet, throwing it carelessly and you launched yourself at him. Squeezing him so hard he actually lost his breath for a few seconds. His arms engulfed you and even though you were allowed to hug during visitation it still felt like you hadn’t really held him since he’d gone inside.

“Jesus, you have no idea how good it is to have you my arms babe.” Jax’s hot breath was heavy in the crook of your neck and you let out a deep sigh of contentment. You would purr if you could.

“Welcome home, Jackson.” You pulled back and looked into his eyes, you could barely see them he was smiling so big. He reached up to the back of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you in for a kiss you’d normally be self-conscious about, but right now you didn’t give a shit.

The kiss quickly turned heated, almost inappropriate giving the setting when his hand found your ass.

Oh, who were you kidding, there is almost no such thing as inappropriate with these guys. You could hear the wolf-whistling from different patches around you but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop or even care that you had an audience. Your man was home, dammit.

After some time spent at the clubhouse, the guys were rounded up for church. You figured that would give you enough time to go home and get ready for him before he arrived. You were already planning what lingerie set to change into when he took your hand and lead you outside towards your car.

As you leaned in to kiss him goodbye, he grabbed the hair at the back of your neck and pulled your head back to look up at him. The move surprised you and your eyebrows rose in question.

The look he’s giving you is borderline evil with that shit eating grin you missed so much.

“As soon as you get home, I want you naked and on all fours with your ass in the air on our bed. You will wait for me like that, is that clear?”

His voice comes out deep and rough and your panties are officially ruined.

It takes a couple seconds for your brain to start functioning again, but you manage to nod your head a little with his grasp still firm on your neck.

“Good. Because as much as I’ve missed you,” he pulls you in close and whispers in your ear, “I’ve missed this mouth, this pussy, and this ass even more.”

You might just cum here and now from his words alone.

“By tonight, all three of your holes will be filled with my cum.”

You got home in record time. Your hands were shaking so bad it took you three tries to get your key in your front door.

Making a beeline for your bedroom, you discard your clothes haphazardly, leaving a trail for Jax to follow when he arrives. You get on the bed and push your ass out facing the door and try to relax. You can already feel how wet you are, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’ll be able to smell you soon as he walks in the house. The humiliation sends goosebumps all over your skin. Jesus, you missed this.

Determined to not check the clock, time lost all relevance. You’d probably fall asleep if you weren’t so worked up. How long has it been? An hour? 15 minutes? You wanted to get up and peek out the window for him, but Jax told you wait like this and you didn’t want to disappoint him or risk being punished already. That would put a damper on his welcome home and you weren’t gonna let that happen.

So you waited.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally heard his bike pulling in your driveway. Your heart rate started to pick up and you closed your eyes in anticipation. Your pussy was practically leaking down your legs.

You strained your ears to hear every movement he made once he was in the house. You heard him shrug out of his kutte and hoodie and you thought you heard the fridge door open. The bastard.

You almost yelled out to him but you willed yourself to be patient. So focused on not speaking or moving from your designated spot, you didn’t even hear him walk down the hall.

“Well isn’t that a pretty sight.”

Your eyes spring open and you turn your neck a bit to see him leaning on the door frame, hands in his pockets.

“Quite the welcome home, sweetheart. I could stare at that dripping wet pussy all day. In fact...”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, before you can turn your face away, he snaps a few photos while stepping closer to the bed. Your face is heating up but you don’t dare move.

Right when you think he’s going to finally fucking touch you, he bends down that box under your bed. Oh god, yes. Love that box. He finds what he’s looking for and returns it to it’s spot. You hear an object land on the bed next to you but it’s just out of your line of sight. He did that on purpose. How in the hell is he this patient?? Six months, Teller. Six. Fucking. Months.

Or six non-fucking months to be more accurate. You chuckle in your head at your own wit.

Then you feel his breath on your pussy and you can’t help but clench a little bit. He must notice because he chuckles a bit.

“Did this pussy miss me, too? I think it did. It’s soaking wet.” You feel his fingers spread your pussy wide for him to look at. “Too bad it’ll have to wait it’s turn.”

You whine a little before you can help it and he sends a quick but brutal smack to your right ass cheek. “None of that. You will take what I give you, got it?”

You breathe out a quick “I know, I’m sorry. I just missed you so much babe. Please use me. Jesus, I need it.”

“I know you do. I want to work on this ass a bit first though. Were you a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Jax. I haven’t used anything in my ass. Just for you.” Good lord you sound so....so...well, horny. You’re super fucking horny and you need Jax to do something. Now.

“Good girl.” He sinks one finger in your pussy but quickly pulls it out and starts to rub circle around your other entrance and then slowly pushes it in. He works it in and out before adding a second finger. You’re panting and devoting all of your energy into not pushing back even you want to so badly.

“I’m gonna plug your ass for now, make sure it’s ready for me.” Something cold and hard touches your pussy. Once he’s got the plug coated in your wetness he slowly works it into your ass, twisting and pulling, then pushes the whole thing inside of you. You gasp at the sensation. You’re not sure what one he used but he definitely didn’t use your smaller ones.

“How’s that feel?”

“So good. Fuck, I want you, Jax. Please.” You’re not above begging at this point. This is not how you thought his homecoming would go. You thought he would throw you over his shoulder and at least the first round would be quick and dirty.

Maybe he would have done that a few years ago, but the club has brought out a darkness in Jax. While you both still have plenty of soft, fluffy moments, this is something you know he needs. He needs the control, the release. And you are more than happy to be of service to him.

“I love when you beg for me, darlin’. Do you remember what I said before you left today?” His fingers are just skimming over your skin, up your thighs and over your ass.

“Mhmm....” You are reaching your breaking point here and he knows it.

“Say it.” His voice leaves no room for argument and you clench again, feeling the plug shift a little.

“That you were going to fill all of my holes with your cum.” Your face heats again.

“Mmmm.” Expecting more teasing, you let out a cry when he pulls you off the bed by your hair and manhandles you so you’re on your knees before him. His pants are already undone (when did that happen?) and with one hand still in your hair, he reaches into his boxers and pulls out his rock hard cock so it’s right in front of your face.

“Better get started then.”

You don’t have time to say anything because as soon as you open your mouth, Jax takes the opportunity to shove his entire length into your mouth.

“That’s it, let me show you what your mouth is for you pathetic fucktoy. That’s my good girl.”

He’s relentless and you’re doing your best to keep up while getting the occasional breath through your nose. Gagging and choking on his thick-as-fuck cock, you have spit and precum dripping down your chin onto your chest and you eyes start to water. Looking down at you, you see the combination of lust and dominance on his face.

“You look so good like this, I love how desperate you are for my cock. You want my spit, too?” He doesn’t wait for an answer–like you could voice one anyway–and spits on your face, then smearing it around with his thumb.

“Now I’m going to cum in that cock hungry mouth of yours and you’re not going to swallow until I tell you, understand?” You nod slightly, which is an impressive feat with his cock in the back of your throat.

He cums in your mouth and you get nervous about holding it all in. You know it’s been awhile but damn. You manage to keep it all inside when his softening cock slips out of your mouth.

“Open.”

You open your mouth wide for him.

“Good girl. Close and don’t lose a drop or you’ll be having cum instead of creamer in your morning coffee.”

The whore in you isn’t as disgusted as she should be, which brings around a whole new cycle of shame and arousal. God you are totally fucked for Jax Teller.

He notices your lack of objection and smiles a bit. “You like that idea, whore? Like my cum that much? And my spit? Maybe I’ll piss in your mouth next, see how good you take it.”

Yes. Yes please. You squirm on the floor, your arousal almost painful at this point.

“Bed. On your back. Legs apart. Knees up.”

You quickly do as you’re told and Jax leers over you. He reaches out and swipes one finger up your slit.

“Jesus, you're soaked. Do you want to cum, baby?” His mouth pulls up in that cocky smirk of his. You nod your head immediately and he chuckles. “Yeah, I can see that.” He pushes two fingers into you and you can’t help but buck your hips because it feels so. damn. good.

He pumps his fingers steadily faster and faster, hitting that spot inside you perfectly. Grabbing the sheets, you whimper, careful not to swallow his cum in your mouth.

“You’re going to cum for me. Now.” His adds a third finger and brushes over your clit with his thumb and you almost shoot off the bed your orgasm is so strong. How you manage not to swallow is beyond you but before you can think about it too long, Jax is shedding the rest of his clothes and his cock is at your entrance.

“This tight little pussy belongs to me, you understand?” He pushes inside of you in one thrust.

“Mmmm-mmm!” You cry out as much as you can, the stretch of his cock is intoxicating–borderline too much–which is exactly what he wants. He owns your pussy. Hell, he owns all of you.

“My dirty little slut, taking my cock so well, aren’t you?”

God, his dick is magical. How did you survive without it? You don’t think you’ve ever felt so full, the plug making your pussy feel even tighter. He starts pounding into you and you feel yourself getting close to cumming again.

“Your cunt is squeezing my cock so hard, sweetheart. You wanna cum again?”

You nod and squeal, hoping he’ll let you reach your peak again.

He smiles wickedly. “Beg for it.”

Whimpering is all you can do at this point but you try anyways to make a please-sounding noise through your closed, cum-filled mouth. “M-mmm”

“Hmm.” He pauses to act like he’s considering your plea. “Not good enough. Guess you’ll have to hold it.” Decision made, he continues to ruthlessly fuck your pussy.

Not sure if you can hold it anymore, your body starts to shake as you try desperately to keep from cumming. Tears start falling down the side of your face.

His thrusts start to become more erratic but even more brutal as he nears his end. Right as he’s about to cum, he lifts your knees flat against your chest, folding you in half.

“Cum.” His gravelly voice growls out.

You don’t need to hear it twice, you both cum hard and your pussy clenches are his dick so hard he winces. He stays inside you for a minute while he catches his breath and presses his forehead against yours, kissing your nose lightly. He always sneaks in these little moments of affection and you bask in them and drink them up like water on a hot day. He pulls out slowly, and already you miss the fullness. He keeps his hands under your knees, and spreads them wide.

“Such a pretty pussy when it’s all filled up. Don’t let any of it spill out.”

You hear his words but are still blissed out and coming down from your insane orgasm that he just gave you. “Mmmm....”

That wolfish grin returns to his goddamn gorgeous goddamn face and you know he’s up to something. He leans down and sucks hard on your clit with no warning. You squeal and squirm, wanting desperately to get away from the overstimulation but not able to without his cum spilling out of you.

He takes a short break and looks at you. “Think you can cum again, babe?”

“Nnnnnn...n-nnn...” You shake your head no. It’s too much. You can’t take it.

“I think you can. Hold still.” He presses you down into the mattress to help and goes back to sucking your clit like a fucking hoover.

You close your eyes and try to relax your senses and let go. Within a few seconds you’re cumming so hard you almost black out. You wish you could take a deep breath through your mouth but you’re proud that you haven’t swallowed at all yet.

“That’s my good girl.” Jax pats your sensitive pussy a couple of times before turning his attention to the plug you still have inside you. He pushes the plug and you whine as it shifts a little. “You ready for me here? You want my cum in your ass, filing you up?”

You don’t know why he keeps asking you questions when number one, he already knows the answers, and two, your mouth is a little busy at the moment.

Jax pulls out the plug and pushes it back in. Out and in a couple more times before he finally throws it on the bed and reaches for the lube in the nightstand drawer that you always keep there. After rubbing some on his cock, he scoops up the extra with two fingers and pushes them into your ass to prep there as well.

Jax Teller is one considerate sadist, you think.

He presses into your ass and even with the prep you can’t say it doesn’t hurt. You welcome it though. It hurts because Jax is here. In your house. Inside of you. You’ll take any pain or pleasure he wants to give you.

“Fuck, your little ass is tight. Such a good little cock taking slut for me. You like my cock in your ass? Yeah I know you do, my dirty little cockwhore loves it up the ass. I’m gonna cum in here, too. Then you’ll be nice and filled up with my cum. All your holes are mine, you hear that? This is all you’re good for, being a good little cumslut for me.”

His words make your eyes roll to the back of your head. You were never letting this man go. He pushes in faster and you know he’s gotta be close.

“You still have my cum in your mouth? Open wide for me, baby.” You open your mouth, displaying his cum still inside. “Such a good girl for me, bet you’d like to swallow now, hmm?” You nod. “Mmm. But you’re not going to. No I think I like you being kept quiet with my cum. Close.” You close your mouth and brace yourself as he pounds into at an impossible pace.

When he comes he almost growls at his release. After holding his position a few seconds, he reaches across the bed and grabs the plug. He pulls out and quickly pushes the plug back in place. You whine at the intrusion, expecting a break.

He get’s up off the bed and says nothing before walking to the bathroom to clean up. You know better not to move until he tells you to, though. You reach up and grab behind your knees to keep them supported in this position.

He leisurely makes his way back into the bedroom, he’s put on his grey sweat pants too. Goddamn those sweatpants.

“Look at you. All fucked out and filled up, beautiful. My own personal cumdump. I’m gonna go get a beer and something to eat. Don’t move until I get you. Oh, and don’t lose any of my cum.” With that he turns around and heads down the hall. He yells behind him “Love you babe, good to be home.” You snort a little and lay your head back.

Left alone, spread and exposed, every hole filled with Jax Teller’s cum.

Welcome Home, Jackson.

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watermelonlipstick · 3 years

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Dreams, Chapter 8

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 8

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1416

Summary: A dream starts to change the reader’s perspective on her life with Sam.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w b u r n

It took weeks but the physical touch you’d gotten so used to came back one handhold at a time until finally it seemed like maybe Sam had made peace with The Sledding Incident. You never forced it, didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to push him away. Waiting felt like starving with a ten course meal on a silver platter in front of you, but it paid off. Whether he realized he was rewarding you or not, the space to let Sam process was met with absentminded hands slipped around your waist at the grocery store, non-secrets hummed into the skin of your jaw and neck as you stood just barely too close, loose pieces of hair tucked behind your ear when you washed glasses at the bar. The positive reinforcement limited the clinging you’d been doing since you’d first driven away from the bunker, knowing that the less you clawed at Sam for scraps of attachment the less he felt like you were in too deep to receive it.

Repair by repair the cabin started to feel more like yours. The bathrooms got painted a faint baby blue that reminded you of long cloudless afternoons in Sioux Falls and Sam taught you some basic plumbing to fix the water pressure in the shower. It was only slightly less gross than you thought it would be, but Sam was so excited when you put the plumber’s joint caulk on perfectly that it made up for the limescale gunk under your nails. When you worked, Sam pretty much stopped playing podcasts and books, relying instead on an ever-changing kaleidoscope of music Dean would never have let anyone play in the Impala. Some of it you were pretty sure Sam didn’t even like, almost as if he was trying to learn a new culture by jumping in headfirst.

You kept writing in your journal like you were sending letters back home to Dean from summer camp, giving little updates on the cabin or Sam or ridiculous drama you heard at the bar. At night you and Sam would talk about what should get fixed next and sometimes if you were feeling tough you’d watch Sam look up at the ceiling, hair splayed out on the pillow around him like a halo while he told a story about him and Dean growing up or times you’d been away from them on the road. Every once in a while you’d heard Dean’s perspective of the same event and would give them like a little gift to Sam. His eyes would go soft, hanging on your every word and letting his mouth quirk up a hair at the corners. You’d laugh together, often sadly but surprisingly sometimes not, winding into the crook under his arm and playing the tapes of the memories in your head.

More and more frequently, you’d have good dreams—or rather, non-nightmares. Dean would get hurt and survive or you’d all be on a job together. Right before you woke up he’d be just about to say something important, warn you of something serious but couldn’t spit it out fast enough. It was frustrating, but so much nicer than waking up on soaked pillows that you just put it in a letter to Dean and tried to move on with your daytime projects and nighttime bar work. Some days it felt like you were going to be okay and then the next you’d be impaled on grief so hard you couldn’t even breathe around it. And yet, always Sam to tie yourself to and slide into the next day.

It’s cold but bright, the sunlight reflecting and magnifying itself on the snow blanketing the landscape. Salt crunches under the tires of the Impala, just barely louder than the engine and enough to be aware of through a ZZ Top tape. You’re almost on the edge of drifting asleep on the windowsill when Dean grabs your arm.

“Hey, come on, you can’t leave me.”

The urgency in his tone jolts you alert. “Why? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how much time I have left. There’s a lot I need to tell you.”

“We haven’t even picked up Sam yet,” you answer, in the self-assuredness of dream logic. “How bad could it be?”

“It’s me, baby. It’s really me. Dead, everything, the works. I need you to focus, I don’t know how long I can stay.”

Some small sub-sub-conscious part of your mind jolts to attention. It feels honest, or at least the closest to honest as you had wanted to be in a while. You let yourself indulge it.

“You, like—really? It’s really…?”

“Yeah, it’s me. I—I don’t know how to—” and you stop him with a furtive kiss, all hunger and no grace, just wanting to feel what it was like to be against him again.

Dean swerves a little when his eyes open, momentarily dazed. “Christ, I forgot how good that was.”

“I don’t—how are you…?” you murmur, having a hard time not only with the information but also with the juxtaposition of your conscious and subconscious knowledge.

“No bullshit, I’m communicating beyond the grave. Don’t tell Miss Cleo,” he answers, the smirk twisting your stomach like a wrench.

“Are you okay? If this is what it’s like to be dead then Sam and I will be here the second I wake up, we’ll just come to you—"

“Babe, I wish you could but it doesn’t work like that. It’s not even really supposed to work like this but Cass is pulling some strings. I only have until your subconscious realizes what’s going on and kicks me out.”

“What? How?”

“The separation between living and dead is a little bit thinner when you’re asleep. It’s actually pretty cool but it’s going to take a while to explain.”

“Okay, right, got to be fast. Fuck, I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, kid. More than I can explain. But listen, baby, I’m so proud of you for making it this far. It’s going to be okay, I promise. Sam will take care of you, and I know you’re taking care of him the best you can. I don’t know how long I have until you wake up. I’ll keep trying again to come to you, but until the next time I get to see you, my firecracker, you’re so tough. You can do a lot worse than Sam, and I would never, ever hold it against either of you. I’ve been trying to send that—been trying to ram my head through this fucking door about a hundred times by now actually—but if it hasn’t been coming through strongly enough, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what the fuck I’d be doing if it had been one of you—probably would’ve drunk myself to death by now to be honest—so the fact that you’re so worried about whether necking is going to raise my soul from the depths is actually sorta sweet. Love is complicated and the lines get blurred; I get it, especially now with some damned perspective. As long as I’m still going to be your guy when you get here, that’s all that matters to me. You’re it for me, kid.” He traces a light finger down the side of your cheek and it sends an ache straight into your stomach, makes him look lost for a beat as he takes you in.

“Dean, I love you. I can't—I can’t even tell you how much I love you. I never got to say thank you for all the things you—”

“Hey,” he says, grabbing your chin and holding you still to flick his gaze between your eyes. “I know. There’s no time. You don’t have to say that to me, I know. I always knew. I’m going to try to get to Sam too, but he’s—the angels are shocked at the shit that’s happening in his brain. Makes sense, you know, after everything he’s gone through, but I guess it makes it harder to slip through the cracks. But here: if I can’t do this again; if this is the last time I talk to you until you get back to me, I love you, and I’m going to keep loving you no matter what. The two people I love most in the world being together could never be bad to me, and I will alway—”

And you woke up.

Continue to Dreams, Chapter 9

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💮give and take by @sky_reid (1k) | Explicit

sometimes louis just needs.

💮One for Luck by @leavingonatrain (96k) | Explicit

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles’ deep, deep voice, he’s just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he’s officially back on Great Britain’s Olympic team. He’s also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there’s a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life’s grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

💮Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet? by @afangirlfantasy (45k) | Mature

“It sounds to me like the people you’ve allowed to be a part of your life, don’t deserve even a fraction of a minute of it.” As they repeat over and over, Harry calls out to fate and destiny, asking them why that can’t be true? Why can’t Harry be deserving of love? Why can’t Harry be as special as Louis argues he is? Louis’ beliefs ring in Harry’s mind like the most hopeful of gospels, and Harry wants to proclaim them as his new religion. But when his hands reach out into the vast emptiness of his flat to grab them, to grab Louis, there’s only a shard of a memory to clutch onto.

AU where Harry doesn’t know what it means to be in love, and Louis’ still in love with somebody else.

💮I Cannot Dream Tonight Series by @afangirlfantasy (50k) | Not Rated

At 16 years old, everyone takes a compatibility test on their birthday. At some point after taking the test, and along with other data collected, everyone finds out if they are a Dom or Sub.

At 17 years old, everyone receives a bracelet that notifies them when they have been matched. Every Dom needs a Sub. Every Sub needs a Dom.

When Louis’ bracelet lights up weeks after getting it, let’s just say that who he is matched with, is not quite what he had been expecting.

💮Birds in Gilded Cages by @graveyardwitch (157k) | Mature

There is a hotel in London where beautiful young men and women are kept like birds in a gilded cage, prisoners bound to satisfy your deepest darkest desires….

After being kidnapped as a teenager, Harry Styles was forced into high-class prostitution by the evil Mr Cowell. Louis Tomlinson is heir to his father’s corporation, set to inherit millions…But engaged to a woman he doesn’t love and deeply unhappy. When they meet at a party sparks fly and they embark on a passionate and dangerous relationship…But can it ever be true love when one of you is being paid? And can Louis ever rescue Harry from The Bird Cage Hotel?

Warning-This story is about prostitution so there will be a LOT of sex. I do not own One Direction etc etc. I do ship Larry but I don’t care if it’s real or not, I just like reading and writing the fanfic.

💮Don’t Waste Your Time On Me, You’re Already The Voice Inside My Head by @afangirlfantasy (28k) | Not Rated

At 16 years old, everyone takes a compatibility test on their birthday. At some point after taking the test, and along with other data collected, everyone finds out if they are a Dom or Sub.

At 17 years old, everyone receives a bracelet that notifies them when they have been matched. Every Dom needs a Sub. Every Sub needs a Dom.

When Louis’ bracelet lights up weeks after getting it, let’s just say that who he is matched with, is not quite what he had been expecting.

💮driving instructor fic by @LoadedGunn (104k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

💮His Submission Series by tonystankyall (orphan_account) (152k) | Mature

Louis Tomlinson lives in a world where Domination and Submission is a norm. When you are born you are either branded Sub or Dom. Subs get a little pink or blue, depeneding on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck. Doms get Red or Black, depending on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck.

Louis Tomlinson was branded with a Blue tattoo and his day has finally come. The day of his 18th birthday where he will be randomly assigned a Dom. This dom could range from younger to older, poorer to richer, and male to female. You never knew what you were going to get. Some Doms were more harsher and stricter than others. Louis didn’t want a harsh Dom to submit to.

Harry Styles was branded with a Black tattoo and he just recieved in the mail that he was finally getting a submissive. Harry was a 32 year old man, settled in, and very very rich. He’s been waiting for an assigned submissive to be chosen for him for a very long time. His Dom friend, Zayn, has gotten his submissive two years prior, a little spit fire irish boy, Niall.

*The rest is in the note*

💮Loving You Is Free by @littlelouishiccups (91k) | Explicit

Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry.

💮sex shop fic (dildornado ‘verse) by @istajmaal, @LoadedGunn (96k) | Explicit

AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration).

💮Dance Floor Whore by @ropewithnoanchor (7k) | Explicit

Louis and Harry go to a club while on tour to blow off some steam, but Harry gets too drunk and lets another man dance up on him in front of everyone. Louis takes him back to their hotel and spends the next morning punishing Harry, making Harry work to make it up to him.

💮Hold On To The Words You Spoke (Anchored Down In The Throat) by @justletmegohome (13k) | Explicit

“No, no. Louis, just stop. It’s not stupid, it’s never stupid. Believe it or not, I care. I care so much. Do you honestly think I’d still have my dick in your ass if I didn’t?”

Louis chuckles at that, but it’s sad, Harry notes it’s not right. “That will change when I tell you.”

“Never.” Harry kisses every bit of his face he can reach, he has no idea how that can help but he’s going to do it anyways.

“I don’t like the way I sound. ’S all,” Louis says in one breath, going coy as soon as he’s done speaking, his eyes casting downwards.

For a moment, Harry can’t believe his ears. Or the words Louis just said even if he can see them hanging in the air between them. Harry is not even sure if he listened He doesn’t want to believe them, maybe that’s why he’s having a hard time coming up with his own words.

*** Basically, Louis is loud. And then he isn’t. Harry ties him up to find out why. ***

💮I’m Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by @Phillipa19 (6k) | Explicit

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry’s sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

💮leave you drowning until you reach for my hand by orphan_account (16k) | Explicit

If Louis told him to do something that he really didn’t want to do, it would be different, but Louis’s never done that, never asked anything of Harry that he couldn’t handle. Except—except maybe this; to obey him without praise, reward, approval, or even mere acknowledgement.

💮Push You Over The Edge (So I Can Pull You Back) by orphan_account (16k) | Explicit

It’s after a long two weeks of interviews and non-stop appearances that have got Harry stressed to the limit of yanking his hair out and throwing a fit and crying that Louis shows it to him, walks in the door with a sleek black bag in his left hand and inconspicuous brown one in his right.

💮smile in slow motion by @istajmaal (24k) | Explicit

“It’s 2011, Niall. People can fuck their friends’ faces without it meaning anything more than that.”

or, Louis is Harry’s dom and maybe also his soulmate.

💮sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me by @moonlightlouis (4k) | Not Rated

harry’s been a naughty boy and needs to be punished and louis is there to do it

💮Sweet Dreams by @dormant_bender (5k) | Explicit

When fantasies become reality.

💮To Be Loved To Be In Love by @Angel_Dust (129k) | Mature

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Or, where Harry thinks giving Money, expensive presents and luxuries proves how much you love someone, but Louis is about to turn his world upside down.

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