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daze4all · 2 months

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Dragons Heat - Year of Dragon Smut NSFW

“This heat ahh think I’m in rut. I haven’t been in centuries but you look so delicious…Help me dear please?”

Warning: NSFW Breeding tail kink, alpha dragon omega reader dynamics. heat rut. Biting aphrodisiac venom. Mating press. Door sex

Reader is the only fertile dragon hence it falls to her to replenish the diminishing population with some help….

A tail of Teasing

Dragon! Hubby x Reader

Could be Neuvelette, Zhongli, Dan Feng( Honkai Star Rail, Malleus (Twisted Wonderland) , Jiyan (Wuthering Waves any dragon characters

The Dragon Daddies ( More pics of Dragon & Genshin Bois at end~)

Dan Heng aka Dan Feng Imbibitor Lunae - Honkai Star Rail- High Elder of the Ancient Chinese Spaceship Loufu - Dragon Race: Vidyhydra

Malleus Draconia- Male! Maleficent-the Thorn Dragon boi from Sleeping Beauty- Twisted Wonderland

Jiyan - Wuthering Waves (TBA) - Dragon man?

Soft feathery fur and glistening scales as your lover’s tail thumps beside you a sunlight lazy day.

Always honest often when your dragon partner is not.

His desires concealed by gentlemanly manner ad polite niceties while his tail deviantly wraps around your leg out of site or slithers round your waist in pubic or in sleep to keep you from straying.

Lately he had been teasing, touching, marking you with his scent unbeknownst to you. He had been more touch starved than usual sign of rut both were unaware of as it had only awaked due to him now having a mate in the long years, he had been alive.

His eye predatory as he watches every single move you make.

His face flushed from heat and eye widen with want fixated on the vulnerable nape of your neck as you take sip or put up your hair. His instincts clawing to claim you before anyone else took you.

He holds back. As ever the gentlemen and distinguished member of the community composed cool an aloof, he cannot take you over the table with so many spectators at the charity ball you been invited too. Despite the heated pants and blush trailing up his neck and ears that becomes stronger whenever you bend down or even smile at him.

The best he can do is stay close. Your presence soothing and stoking the fire in him as he stalks your every move with a predatory stare.

Flanking your side like a shadow an arm wrapped possessive over yours a bit too tightly as he escorts you at the banquet they were forced to attend.

Then at dinner pastry too close too flirtatious a man reaches out and offers you dance his gaze raking your form clearly seeing when your partner saw in you and he cannot hold it. How impertinent you were dragons’ mate he’d show it damn the consequences.

“She’s mine” eyes narrowed he hisses A possessive arm pulls you from the main venue. A tail flicking angrily pulling you away into the hallway and into an empty room. A dragons possession claimed by him touched by another could not allow.

What gotten into you? You ask perplexed naive innocent and all so unknowably thinking it was irritation anger that has him flushed and riled up. He was so snappy these days and so touchy to manhandle you.

“I need you” he groans, and you get the cue as he pulls weakly at your and his clothes his lingers touch to hips back and shoulder insinuating what he wants.

He reaches out for you his arms trapping you in embrace against the door with thunk. The door locking shut and pressed up against heated bodies.

His chaste kiss led playful nip then a horny lip bite leading you two stumbling into bedroom.

Unable to control himself his true form manifests. Growing majestic horns and swishing tail complete with spreading glowing patches of scales where smooth skin is.

“Why did you pull me away what’s wrong “softer concern in your eyes soothing him by touching his horn at its base of which normally calms him down or has him purring in your lap on lazy days.

However, the touch only serves to rile Him up as he growling snorts pulling away as such softness when beast inside wants to ruin you. He instead pressed his growing need again you and ruts.

“This heat ahh think I’m in rut. I haven’t been in centuries, but you look so delicious…” he gasps as he slams you against the door repeatedly pressing his need and want against you as you redden.

“I smell you . your ready . so wet “he whispers in your ear grasping at a empty stomach but not for long

“Ah will you help my dear I need you right now?” he begs pretty tears and flushed face. Frazzled loosening normally perfectly pressed clothes as he lean over you against the door his face beautiful but pleading face flushed and teary eyed despite his intimidating towering frame.

You let out startled cry as you cry his name as your knees go weak in a surge of pain and pleasure.

“Don’t look at other men. Don’t even think about them just me” he growls possessive breath at your neck tickling as he licks and scatters love bite on your neck. Sucking the pulse point before sinking in fangs turning it into a deep claiming a bloody claiming mark.

And slight sense of panic that dulls. Before feeling slightly drowsy like in dream as syrupy sweet pleasure seeps in and heats your core. His bite injected apodrosiac venom making you his mate as sensitive and receptive to heat as he was.

Dazed and flustered as he ways.

“ah sorry my dear are you okay?” he says panicked when he realizes what his instincts drive him to do. However still heated and turned on by the slow slide of your blood feeling himself swallow thirstily for more.

A purr rumble though his dragon side at approval of the claiming bite bruised and bloody on your neck Now no one could mistake who you belonged to. . .

“ah it okay just ahh this heat I see now how cannot you stand it…” found yourself saying to soothe him and the heat building in your body. Panting heavily was this how he felt liethe whole week? You give him a dazed smile high on the pleasure.

“Don’t’ hold back…ahh now can you help me?” You assent leaning into him transfixed glazed eyes filled with lust. He descends equally hungry and horny.

You shouldn’t I could hurt you he intones eyes darkening barely restrained.

“Ah I trust you “ you assert a chaste kiss turning horny as tongue and teases to bite down briefly the monster in his desiring a bit of blood riling him up further.

A startled sound of surprise normally as he us not this aggressive but gentle afraid to break but the beast unleashed he is now unable to hold back.

“I’ll make it good, pleasurable, you’ll see” he promises joy lighting up his feature making them glow so godly at that moment,

“ahh you were meant for this to be bred” he thinks aloud his tail winds up your leg the tip teasing you as you rut closer for delicious friction in vain held in place by tensing tail a playful squeeze to remind you who is in control.

“Don’t say that its embarrassing… “ you cry tears of pleasure welling up although you get wetter at the words.

“Ah I think you like it see how wet you are, how open ready to take me” he teases mind hungry to fill you breed youas he turns you your back tail and fingers teasing youas you rock backinto pleasure

“Trust me~”

Swaying before him your bottom tempting him. He ruts into your soft thighs. He is undone. A slave to instinct and a rut addled brain urging him to breed his mate quickly

Stuck on your stomach his hand pressing firmly and a tail between your legs teasing each fold delivering spark of pleasure. Softly coaxing at the tip featherlight tail drives you mad and dripping.

Teasing before delving in with gaps arch your gasp too full too big and yet pressing ever closer.

He had his mate in a mating press glued together wet and glistening the fluid as he delves deeper .

“ahh Too big “you protest as he soothes you stroking exposed arm legs anyway his hands can get ahold of and nibbling at your ears

"shh your doing so good just a little more"

“Good girl ah you feel mmh so good”

He says love drunk on you panting. Desperate movement seeking pleasure friction as his undone hair cascades and brightens in arousal his horn tail casting iridescent glow on you.

For you push back in vain only to hit the sweet spot as he ruins you his dear precious mate.

“Ah ah wait for the real thing” he teases as he withdraws his tail from his mate and winds it around a leg to keep her in place.

“Wait that was… “you trail off your eyes widen in embarrassment blush searing your ears . A sly smirk is all the answer you need.

“no way… your tail” you cry embarrassed

“I had to prepare you somehow” he explains a cheeky grin before he descends fast sudden into your well prepared slick hole groaning as you fit perfectly.

You cry his name as he enters filling you and reaching rhythm that has you screaming in pleasure

Closing his eyes and purring in contentment. The tip of his swishing tail glowing in time to his thrusts undone by how easily you are wet you are for him and you groan alongside him.

Your protests are swallowed. Weakly, feebly, futilely as pleasure courses through you. Toes curling hips shaking as he presses further widening opening you to take his seed,

“You are doing so good just a little more…” he bullies you with his length burying further till he hit the spot that has you seeing stars.

Walls scraping and squeezing his pulsing hardened cock just right coaxing his seed to spill into you hot and creamy taking root for new life. Ahh he needed you

His eye glow tail as do his horns and the tip of glistening tail as he commands you “Cry for me”

As a whine left parched lips reaching your high bucking into him for more delicious friction as your filled.

“Perfect~” He purrs in contentment nuzzling you for cuddles after duty well down. He remains nestled in you warmth milking and warming what remains as you shake with tremors of pleasure wrecked and overwhelmed and oh so sensitive.

After a while he flips you forward to see your flushed face. He bares his teeth hungrily at prey…eyes glowing full of love obsession and lust darkening at the sight of you layed out panting beneath him exhausted wrecked by him with your neck bared for him to take and take …

“Did I do good? “ you ask dazed but warm and safe in his cuddling embrace.

“So good dear in fact can we go again?” he whispers pleading as he shifts his hip with squelch still impossibly hard from the rut. You are now so wet from the combination of your love juices as he slides again smoothly picking up speed as you fall to the dragon's appetite once again.

“Just on the bed this time” you concede as you both fall onto silken sheets.

Happy year of Dragon everyone! Here to share an Extra dragon boy artwork for happy new year~ I think it's Malleus but looks like Dan Feng?

Zhongli-Earth Dragon- Morax/Rex Lapis Geo Archon of Liyue from Genshin Impact

Neuvillette- Water Dragon - Judge of Fontaine from Genshin Impact

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smutoperator · 1 month

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Love In An Elevator

Jo Hyewon (Zoa) x Male Reader

Tags: big tits, DSLs, elevator sex, facefucking, facial, fast-paced blowjob, first date, girlfriend, high-intensity sex, jerking off, long legs, pussy eating, restaurant, (lots of) riding, (lots of) spitting, teen, titfucking, visual

Word count: 4924

Zoa is a hidden gem. Her visuals are stunning. Beautiful deer-esque face, long legs, big and ripe boobs—she's got everything. You couldn't believe it when she accepted your proposal to date her. There might be idols who are more famous than her, but to you, she was the prettiest, without question.

You took Zoa to your favorite top-rated restaurant on your first date, wanting to impress her. Zoa gushed at your proposal, feeling really lucky she got to have a boyfriend who would take her to the best places and enjoy experiences she thought she never would.

When Zoa was eating, you couldn't stop staring at her; she was just so stunningly beautiful that she demanded all of your attention at all times. But one part of her body caught your attention the most: her big and ripe boobs under her white shirt, which made it very easy for you to see. Zoa may be just an 18-year-old teenager, but her mature personality also shows off in her sexy body, with her already having the features of a fully grown adult woman. And to you, none were more noticeable than her tits.

"Let's share this moment," Zoa said, running towards the restaurant's elevator to take a picture of herself. After she was done, she sent you the selfie. You were disappointed you couldn't see her striking face, covered by her phone, but the other parts of her body looked better than ever, as you drooled over how her navel was popping out just above her jeans and how long her legs were as she took a full-body shot at the elevator. You still couldn't believe this girl was your girlfriend; she just looks so pretty. You, for sure, would go to all lengths for her. Zoa is really that girl.

After you paid both their restaurant bills, you two entered the elevator, where she had just shared her picture, and left the restaurant. "What did you think of today's date, Zoa?" you asked her. "It was really great; I feel so overwhelmed by the way you were so kind to me and treated me like a princess," she replied. "Well, you are indeed a princess and the most beautiful woman in the whole world," you complimented her.

The elevator door closed as the machine started to go up, and you two continued to chat. The way Zoa laughed caught your attention the most; she truly had the cutest laugh you had ever heard. However, the happy mood between both of you was about to change in a hurry, as the elevator lights started to falter and suddenly the machine came to a halt.

"I'm scared," Zoa told you, as the elevator was now stuck and only the emergency lights were working. "Don't be; we'll be out of here soon," you said, trying to calm her. "I hope so; I don't like being trapped with nowhere to go," Zoa said. "I'll make sure this will go by quickly," you told her.

Easier said than done; you guys had been trapped for a while in the elevator after you said those words. The once calm and collected Zoa was starting to lose her cool, and you were running out of ways to keep your girlfriend calm. The hugs and kisses you gave her just didn't work anymore, and you could see the first tears forming in her eyes. You needed something better.

"It's getting really hot inside here; I'm starting to have a panic attack," Zoa told you. These words set your alarm bell off. You had to act quickly. At the same time, Zoa looked hotter than ever in that white shirt and jeans. But if she was feeling so much heat, you had found a solution to cool her down.

You took Zoa's jeans off, leading her at first to instantly react and cover her beautiful legs. "What are you doing, baby?" she asked. "You said it was getting too hot, so I'm helping you," you told her as you also started taking your shirt off. Zoa provided a helpful hand, and soon you were naked from the torso up while she was from her legs down.

You kept advancing on Zoa's tall, sexy body, aiming next at the spot that had taken most of your attention at the restaurant: her big and still-growing tits, sucking the area around them with her clothes still on. Meanwhile, you reached into her lower backside, running your hands all over her ass and taking her panties off. Your bulging erection under your pants was already touching the entrance of her pussy, making her moan for the first time.

More kisses ensued before you lifted Zoa's shirt slightly up, unveling her sexy belly button as you started fingering your hands all over her young pussy. With just a couple fingers inside, you were impressed by how warm and tight her hole was. You two kept kissing each other as you kept running your left hand in her legs and pussy, while she placed her right hand straight at your already throbbing boner.

Zoa increased her soft and angelic moans as you inserted a third finger in her vagina, getting louder as you started going up and down her tight pussy with them. Her legs closed around them, and she started sweating a little before you took them off her hole.

Next, you took Zoa's white shirt off, with her already unhooking her bra for you to get easier access to her big, young tits. Zoa may be the one called the giant baby, but you were the one acting like a baby, sucking her milkers in a way you had never done to your mother's. You had never seen such firm and ripe boobs like hers; truly, there isn't a single part of Zoa's body that isn't visually striking.

You kept bombarding Zoa's right boob with suckings and kisses while running your hands all over her left tit before pinning her against the elevator wall and groping both of them, leading to her giving you the biggest smile since you two had started dating. Zoa was now completely naked and submissive to you; her natural body was beautiful from head to toe, with no flaws whatsoever.

As Zoa's nipples got erect from your stimulation, you moved down her hot body, exploiting other areas. At first, you sucked the bottom of her boobs before giving a long lick between them, starting all the way down her navel and going all the way up her chest. You repeated this move multiple times, each time getting longer until you licked her from her pussy up to her mouth. Zoa being roughly the same height as you helped a lot, as once you were finished, you just needed to go down a little bit to suck her perky tits once more.

You go on your knees as Zoa spreads her left leg and her toe on the opposite wall of the elevator, while her hands hold the support with all her might as you start eating her out. After your fingers, it's your tongue that gets to know how warm Zoa's pussy is, with her enjoying every second of it as her moans get more and more frequent.

You run your tongue all over Zoa's pink teen pussy, exploiting her folds to the fullest. You start wondering which lips are better, the ones in her mouth or the ones between her legs, as you worship her pussy and move your tongue faster and faster over it. Zoa gets overwhelmed by the speed at which you eat her folds out, turning herself into a moaning machine as you keep going on.

You start making different moves all over Zoa's pussy, kissing it and spitting on it as well. But as she gets wetter inside, your urge to fuck her pussy grows. But first, you go back to do so with your fingers, making her squirt her teen juices all over them. "Oh Shit," Zoa curses and finally says something. As you simultaneously tongue her clit while penetrating her, her moans get louder, and she almost loses her balance. Sensing she is getting wetter and warmer, you increase the pace of your finger-fucking, pushing your beautiful girlfriend to the limit.

"Fuck. AHHHHH!" Zoa screams as you go full-speed with both your hands and mouth. Her pink pussy had never been stimulated like this before, as she has to use all her strength in that confined space she finds herself in not to fall down. But you don't stop, twisting your fingers inside Zoa's pussy and keeping an eye out for different angles to attack her warm hole before pulling out and going all-in with your mouth as you grab her legs and pin her down even further against the elevator wall.

You reach for Zoa's left boob as you keep eating her out. Her soft milkers are perfect for getting groped and honked hard, and her nipples are harder than ever. "Please, please," Zoa begs as you show no signs of slowing down, worshipping her hot body and especially her warm pussy.

"Yes, oh fuck," Zoa says as you move your fingers back inside her pussy, which is now a dripping wet mess. "Yes, keep going," she continues as she closes her eyes, her athletic figure trembling as you put her close to cum with just your hands and mouth. "Oh my God, shit" she continues as you finger-fuck her faster than ever, panting and moaning and grabbing her boobs, just trying to survive your early attacks.

You kiss and worship Zoa's perfect pussy, now also fondling her tits at the same time, paying extra attention to her nipples as you touch them nonstop. You then attack her clit with your tongue, challenging Zoa to stay with her leg up as you see her body shaking harder than ever. Zoa tries not to lose her breath, her body aching with pleasure at each tonguing you give her. But she can't last for long, as you go back with all your four fingers inside her, twisting them all over her pussy and finally making her cum for good.

As Zoa releases her juices out of her pussy, you worship it with tons of kisses, then move up her body to lick her fit belly, giving special attention to her navel. As you fully get up to kiss her and grope her big tits, Zoa starts unhooking your belt and taking more initiative, quickly unleashing your big cock out of your pants.

Zoa gets on her knees and furiously sucks your dick. You can tell she's not that experienced, going very aggressive on your shaft and popping it in and out of her mouth. But that's not important to you, as her mouth is even warmer than her pussy and watching that doe-eyed deer with those amazing dick sucking lips work on that prick is extremely hot. Zoa keeps licking your shaft and sucking your tip hard, her lips fully wrapped around your pole as her head starts bobbing. "Keep sucking it, keep sucking it," you tell her as she looks up and gives you a naughty stare and jerks your shaft, driving you insane with her speed. She puts just the tip inside her mouth, but that's enough to send shivers down your spine.

Zoa gets sloppier and bobs her head deeper against your cock. "Oh yes." You approve of her blowjob skills just as she gags and opens her big eyes, spitting on that dick shortly after. Her fast-paced work on your cock continues as she jerks it off frenetically before using her mouth to warm your shaft up, bobbing hard as one of her hands grabs your thighs and the other grabs your balls.

As Zoa gags on your cock, a string of saliva connects her DSLs to your throbbing tip. Your relief is short as she goes back to attack, doing to your cock what you did to her pussy: licking, sucking, throating, spitting, and using every move she knows. It's even better when she does all that with her big eyes wide open, staring at you, as you can watch her sexy empressions while sucking you off.

You can't resist for long, grabbing Zoa's head to start fucking her face as your cock rips through her DSLs, tying her hair up with your own hands to see more of her beautiful face gagging on that dick and her doe eyes rolling out of pleasure. As soon as Zoa coughs on your cock, you rattle it inside her mouth, hitting her warm walls left and right before she finally pulls out of it and gives a massive spit on your shaft, going back right after as you grab her hair and dunk her face against your balls multiple times, teaching her not to be such an aggressive cock-sucking whore as you spit in her mouth right after.

Zoa makes a mess out of your cock as the facefucking continues, her chin full of saliva that drips out of her mouth as she gets sloppier and sloppier and turns your dick into a wet mess of spit. Now it's your turn to get aggressive, as you grab her head hard and thrust inside her mouth as if you were pounding her pussy full speed, moving your hips at a fast pace as you place your right foot right at the elevator wall, and splitting her dick sucking lips open with no room for any air to enter her mouth.

After rattling your cock inside her mouth once more, you kiss Zoa passionately, tasting her sloppy and cock-flavored mouth to the fullest. Zoa kept jerking you off as you were doing it, and as soon as you pulled out of her mouth, she got back into her aggressive cock-sucking, trying to prove to you she could be your cute-looking, slutty girlfriend. "Holy shit," you said as Zoa engulfed your balls and took your cock full length in her mouth for a few seconds before her lack of experience did her in and made her gag and get out of breath. And every time she pulled out of your cock, she spat on it, quickly turning it into her signature move.

Zoa kept bobbing hard on your cock and filling it full of saliva. You couldn't complain, as you weren't going to need any lube to enter her tight, warm pussy soon after, just letting her do it as she pleased and getting your cock wet and sloppy. "Bad girl," you said as you got back to fuck her face, and once she gagged, you gave it a lot of slapping with your dick, showing her who was the real boss. "You really like to spit on that cock, don't you, you tall young whore?" you asked her, noticing how often she did it.

As Zoa got up, still jerking your cock off, you spat in her mouth. "You are getting too slutty for my liking," you poke at her, even though you really enjoyed it. "Now turn around," you say as you pin her against the elevator wall. Zoa knows what's coming, lifting her long left leg once again and placing her left foot and right hand on the elevator's handrail. In just a couple seconds, your wet cock easily slides inside her tight teen pussy. "Oh fuck, oh shit" Zoa says as she feels your shaft penetrating her.

Knowing she had already shown how much of a whore she is, you give Zoa no room to breathe, attacking her tight pussy hard from the start and kissing her as you pump her warm hole. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," Zoa softly moans as you turn her into your cocksleeve, fingering herself to get that extra pleasure, now holding both hands against the handrail to take the pounding you are giving her. "FUCK!" she screams as her cheeks start to clap and you grab her tiny waist for a better grip, manhandling her pussy full speed. "SHIT," she keeps screaming as you get addicted to her pussy and can't stop fucking her hard. Even though her insides are perfect, Zoa is truly a flawless woman, the daughter of Venus, the goddess of love.

Zoa has a hard time staying up in just one foot; you fuck her so hard she has to cling onto every support of the elevator, which itself starts to swing a little with the force of your rough poundings on her. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes," she says as you spank her ass and show no signs of slowing down. You had never fucked a girl on your first date, and the thought of fucking her in such an unconventional space turned you on a lot.

"Shit, you're fucking me so hard; don't stop," Zoa told you. And no, you were not going to stop. If it depended on you, that elevator would never go back to work again, and you'd just fuck Zoa to eternity. As you start groping her tits and add extra stimulation, Zoa spreads her cheeks to ease the pressure on her already tightening walls that you kept shaping to the format of your cock.

Zoa's left leg finally gives in as she places it back on the ground, giving you a better angle to grab her butt and hold it as you keep fucking her, now in a standing doggy position that made her look so submissive and slutty, as her vocabulary got reduced to just three words: fuck, shit, and yes.

You kept spreading Zoa's ass cheeks and pumping her warm pussy hard while also grabbing her hair and making those cheeks clap at each thrust, discovering how quickly a teen pussy can turn into an addiction that can make even the calmest men turn into raging animals who furiously pound them. Zoa gets firmly grabbed by the waist as you destroy her fuckhole nonstop, testing how hard this young whore could take your big cock fucking the shit out of her. Meanwhile, Zoa's big, ripe melons are now swinging hard, giving you the perfect opportunity to grope them and feel how hard they try to escape from your grasp every time you pound her.

Zoa regains her strength and lifts her leg up again, allowing your cock to penetrate her even easier. She gets very needy and clingy, turning her cute face in your direction and hugging you as you are still fucking her hard, looking for you to kiss her as much as you can. As much as Zoa may love your cock, she loves your touch and kisses even more, and she just wants to be a good girlfriend. And you give her what she wants: kisses up top, dick at the bottom, making the elevator make a lot of noise as you two hit its walls with your intense fucking.

As you're finally done pounding Zoa, she turns around and gives you a torrid kiss. "Am I a good girlfriend?" she ponders in her head. But you don't give her many seconds to think, instantly lifting her body up and pinning her back against the elevator's wall, forcing her to hold both hands hard into the handrail as you fuck her in a face-to-face position with both her feet up in the air.

"Oh yeah," Zoa says as she fingers her pussy and her feet reach the wall on the other side, landing close to the elevator's buttons. You truly couldn't do this position with a girl shorter than her, feeling blessed for Zoa being so tall and perfect for it.

"You don't get to have it so easy," you tell her, placing her right leg over your shoulder instead and pressing her even further against the wall, giving her a rough but very passionate missionary fucking that sends her over the moon, with Zoa giving you a kiss every time she's not moaning like a submissive slut. "AHHHHH!" Zoa's loud screams come along with the loud noises of her body banging against the elevator's wall as she gets ragdolled and enjoys it to the fullest.

It turns out such a position ends up being too demanding, not only for her but for you as well, as you get Zoa back on her feet and compensate her with another passionate kiss. This time, you let her fully spread her legs and hook them to opposite sides of the elevator, giving you the perfect view of her body, but especially her face, tits, pussy and thighs as you resume fucking her, now with one hand grabbing her head to kiss her and another groping her tits.

Zoa gets increasingly clingy, hugging you and pushing your body even closer to hers. She wants your touch, your cock, to be your cute girlfriend but also your slutty fucktoy. As the hard pounding finally starts to get you tired, you decide to try something different: lying on the elevator's floor as you look up at her goddess-esque tall body, sliding just under her long legs.

You don't even need to give a command; Zoa already knows what to do. She moves a couple steps and squats down your cock, letting herself get fully impaled. At first, you think of telling her to turn around to see her face as she rides you, but as soon as Zoa starts clapping those cheeks against your hips, you feel very appreciative of the back view she gives you, enjoying her beautiful long hair, her toned ass, and her sexy back to the fullest.

Zoa shows no mercy for your cock, riding it hard from the start. "OH MY GOD," she suddenly finds herself screaming, but doesn't slow down. She wants to prove to herself that she can tame any cock. Her moans get louder and screamier as you grind your teeth, trying to hold as hard as you can not to shoot inside her warm hole. Her tits get very bouncy, but you can't see them, and she uses the handrail to her advantage, holding onto it as she keeps bouncing on your cock.

"Wow, I never knew you could ride a dick like that," you tell her. Truth be told, not even Zoa did. Her moves are very spontaneous, the ones of a girl still discovering the pleasures and intrincacies of sex. At times, your cock feels like it's too much for her still-young and unexperienced self, but she's a strong girl ready to blossom and won't stop. The more she feels challenged, the more she wants to ride you, and the harder she goes.

Zoa stays on course; she knows that the elevator won't be turned off for long and wants to bounce as many times on your cock as she can. She starts fingering her pussy, getting wetter, and allowing your prick to slide up and down her easier. "Ah, God," she moans, riding it as fast as she can. The more you hit her sensitive cervix, the better.

You can't be just a bystander to Zoa's pleasure and decide to teach her a lesson, lifting both her legs up and regaining control of the pounding. "Oh yeah," Zoa says as you start pumping her hard back again and destroying her pussy, which has become an addiction to you. The warmth of her hole makes you go feral once more, pounding Zoa balls deep and making your cock fully disappear inside her vagina. It turns out she really likes it rough, as her cunt gets much juicer the moment you go back to manhandle her.

Zoa's pussy burns and clenches all over your cock, forcing you to pull out quickly after just a couple minutes of pounding not to cum inside her. Maybe you need to take it slow. As she turns around, she goes back to sitting on that cock, allowing you to have a full frontal view of her perfect body. "Just ride it as hard as you can," you ask her as you spank her ass. Zoa obliges, this time tilting her body as she clings onto yours and bumps her bouncy chest against it.

"GOD!" Zoa screams as you keep hitting her ass and turning it red, but that only makes her increase her intensity and go full speed against your throbbing pole, bouncing on it as if she wants to snap it in half. "Whoa," you say as Zoa now pushes you to the limit—that perfect, tight pussy biting your cock and sliding up and down—is really just too much for you.

You push your cock up Zoa's pink pussy and put a pair of fingers up her asshole, attempting to slow her down, but she won't cave this time. Zoa wants that cock deep in her pussy at all costs and keeps bouncing. Her hair covers her face, she grabs the handrail hard, and one of her hands is now in her ass to provide her with some extra impulse. "Holy shit," you say as Zoa keeps smashing your cock like nothing. You just decide to grab her by the waist and aid her, pushing her body down your shaft with even more speed, even if it makes you give in and cum inside her.

Zoa's tits are like a pair of pinballs bouncing hard as she places her hands on your chest and stares at you. Her doe eyes are fully bright; she hasn't felt this excited in a long time. Even as you push her closer to you and tilt her body sideways, she never stops. "Fuck, fuck, yes, I want that cock deep in my pussy," she tells you as her cheeks make a loud noise, clapping on your balls.

"Bad girl," you say once again as you slap her ass. Zoa agrees; she's a bad girl, a cock-craving slut, and a teen whore. As she pulls out of your cock a little bit, you think her bombardment is over, but after just two seconds, she has already regained strength to sit back on that cock. It's the only thing she wants now: cock, cock, and more cock. "OH. GOD. FUCK. AH. SHIT." These are the only words that come from Zoa's mouth, as she keeps using your chest as an impulse for her crazy bouncing.

More than 10 minutes have passed, and Zoa just doesn't seem to stop. You push up once again and try to challenge her, as one of her hands is still on the handrail while the other holds your body, but Zoa has won the battle. The truth is, you can never challenge a K-pop idol when it comes to stamina. It's futile.

As Zoa finally climbs out of your cock, she still has her hands on it, always jerking it off at every chance she gets. You stand up to kiss her, still recovering from her crazy ride, but she never gets her tiny hands out of that dick, getting on her knees shortly after to taste her pussy from it, her doe eyes looking more focused than ever. With the way she gags on it, takes it deep in her throat, and jerks it off, it's like your ride never ended. But you can't lie, you love how aggressive she is, taking every second of this elevator fuck session as if it were the last. "Oh yes, fuck," you say as Zoa engulfs that pole all the way deep in her throat in a way many seasoned veterans would be unable to.

"Fuck my face again," she says. Suddenly, that little inexperienced teen is long gone, and she is now giving you orders. She should really respect your seniority, shouldn't she? But you said to hell with it and just gave Zoa what she wanted. You just couldn't say no to the most beautiful woman on the planet, grabbing her head and shoving your big cock down those DSLs until she coughs.

You move back to the elevator's floor, and Zoa follows you as you now penetrate her in a spooning position. Romantic kisses up top and hard pumpings at the bottom ensue. One of your hands grabs her boobs, the other her neck. Zoa can only say "yes" at each pumping and moan like a whore, especially after you move your hands down her body all the way into her wet pussy. You have to grab her long legs to go faster, putting her on the edge. Her pussy tightens as you choke her and muffle her moans with your thumb in her mouth.

You keep pumping Zoa nonstop. "Right there, right there," she says before screaming hard as she cums. She then ties her hair up and gets on her knees, placing her big tits right between your dick and moving them up and down your shaft as you passively watch, searching for that cum. "You want my cum, you little whore?" you ask her. "Yes, baby, all over my pretty face," she says, keeping her aggressive titfucking session going. As you were already on the edge, she promptly gets her wish as seven gravity-defying shots cover her beautiful face full of sperm.

Zoa doesn't even get to enjoy the massive cumshot you gave her, as the elevator starts working again shortly after, leading both of you to get dressed in a hurry and act like nothing happened, with her cleaning her face of your cum just in time to emerge out of it.

It's going to be hard to top your first date.

#zoa smut #weeekly smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #male reader smut

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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months

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PLEASEE todd ingram x male reader just fluff & comfort helping him get over wallace that leads to hardcore makeout sesh ???

Todd Ingram x male reader

Headcanons

Tried to stick close to the request, but this also took a life of its own hehe. Hope you enjoy.

You were the guitarist of The Clash At Demonhead. Youd been friends with Todd for years and held a candle for him just as long, but you had accepted you’d never get him to be yours, with him being with Envy, and Ramona for that time.

You had never dreamed of him being into guys, so you tried to live your life with that Todd shaped hole in your heart. You became kinda the Cool gay guitarist in the band, which was probably why you clashed with Wallace Wells so much the first time you met him.

Kinda like putting two male hamsters together who are used to being the only one of their kind. You guys weren’t the same obviously, but there was something about it.

Maybe it was the fact that you showed zero attraction to Wallace, or that you weren’t someone who liked to gossip like he seemed to do. But when he started “running lines” with Todd, you became suspicious.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what they had been doing, only a man who got laid, and laid good, strutted around like Wallace Wells. You could even see how Todd was spiraling dealing with his sexuality.

But you were also friends with Envy, so you didn’t wanna spill the beans and instead acted like you had no idea what was going on. You never claimed to be a good person. So as the others were bust acting, you just sit in the back writing songs or tuning your guitar.

You tried not to let it break your heart when Todd pretty much confessed to Wallace in front of everyone. It made part of you feel worse somehow, like you weren’t enough. What did Wells have that you didn’t?

Was it his looks? His personality? His… everything? Maybe you were just the problem, and Todd had always liked guys somewhere inside him, but you just weren’t what he wanted.

There was no time for self-pity though, as everything fell apart, Envy left to become a solo act, and Todd was spiraling worse than you’d ever seen him. So, as his friend, it was your duty to pull up the bootstraps and drag him out of that funk.

He spends a lot of time crying about Wallace, and you guessed you could get it, the first time a boyfriend broke up with you, you had been pretty broken about it too. But you didn’t think Wells was all worth it, but maybe that was because you were still annoyed that he was apparently Todds gay awakening and not you.

It takes some time and a lot of bad romcom movies to get Todd in a better headspace, where he starts eating right again and taking care of himself. But as time passes, he seems to be doing better, thankfully. And even better, he stops talking about Wallace.

After the band falls apart, you guys become roommates, as you still make money off your music you did together. You start making solo music, but at some point, when Todd starts feeling better, he joins you.

Its making music that seems to get him out of that funk more than anything, and maybe its also spending time with you.

After everything, Todd starts to see sparks whenever he looks at you, or feel his entire body buzz when you touch him, or when you guys are sitting on your guys small couch and your legs are touching.

Todd doesn’t even realize he stops thinking about Wallace Wells after a while as you distract him by keeping him busy, be it through working out, music, watching movies, or anything else you can think of.

There is a time you guys even pass Wells and his group of friends, and Todd doesn’t even feel the misery he had felt last time. Even when his eyes meet Wallace’s he feels nothing, because you are grinning beside him, digging through a box of CDs looking like you had found gold.

Todd starts noticing things about you. Like how you are smiling so much more now that the band is over, or the way you are always playing with the strap of your guitar, or how you are always dotting down song ideas on any scrap of paper or tissue you can find.

He knows he’s hooked when one day when you guys are at the second cup, you start looking around for something to write on and Todd offers you his arm, because why not. And you just grin and start writing down lyrics on his arm, and Todd feels his entire face go red and his heart starts racing.

You still believe he likes Wallace, because the human mind just works like that. So, when you one day find him sitting on the couch with his face in his hands, you assume its because of his unreturned crush.

You go about it like you always do, finding vegan snacks and putting on a movie, and plotting down on the couch, pulling Todd on top of you so you can “bro cuddle”

Todd of course goes bright red as you hold him, completely speechless and with no idea what to do with himself. But he knows how it went last time he tried to confess, so he starts spiraling again in fear of rejection.

Its not hard to sense he’s spiraling again, so you grab him to look him in the eyes to ask what is wrong. And Todd, deciding to bite the bullet, kisses you. You freeze up, eyes wide as his hands grip the sides of your jaw, kissing you like his life depends on it.

Grabbing his face, you push him back to really look at him, look at his almost glowing red face, and swear you even catch sparks of his vegan superpowers run across his face and arms.

“I’m… I’m not a rebound of something Todd” you force out, not wanting to let the hope bloom in your chest, the rejection you’d felt in the past still stinging. Hes quick to try and stutter out that, that’s not what he wants or means, but he’s horrible at it. Its only thanks to your many years as his friend that you know what he means. You swear your heart starts doing backflips.

Before either of you can think about it too much, you pull him back into the kiss, hands gripping the back of his neck as Todds fingers wound through your hair, hanging on like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Hes unsurprisingly pliable, letting his lips split open when you tongue at them, letting you control the kiss as you please, tiny huffs and whimpers leaving him as you stroke the top of his mouth with your tongue.

Hes sensitive, and though he has a lot of experience with kissing from his exes, Todd still seems timid with you, like he doesn’t know what you personally enjoy and he wants to please you.

You have no idea how long you guys kiss, for you there’s years of pent up feelings, and for Todd there’s very strong feelings he still cant seem to fully comprehend the vastness of. Theres so many sparks as your lips are locked, spit running down chins and soft noises leaving you both as tongues rub together and across teeth as you try to explore the others mouth as much as possible.

When the kiss finally disconnects and you pull back, it’s impossible not to cackle at him. Todds pupils are blown huge, his face even redder than before, and you fear he’s gonna get a nosebleed from all the blood rushing to his head.

Todds hair is sticking up in every which direction, almost looking like the spikey style it takes on when he’s using his vegan powers. His lips move like he wants to say something, but no words form, only making you laugh more.

Instead you just pull him closer, letting him hide his red face in your neck as you rub his back, giving him all the time he needs to collect himself, but now he’s yours, and you are never gonna let him go as long as he wants you around.

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imagineaworld · 1 month

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stray shadow 🗡️ azriel

summary: azriel loses a shadow, only for it to lead him straight to you

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, public place (kinda), dirty talk, swearing, mentions of alcohol

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Azriel seemed to have lost one of his shadows.

He had been too busy observing the crowd for potential threats to notice the shadow sneak off somewhere. After deciding there were no current threats amongst the crowd gathered in the Court of Nightmares, he slipped off in search of the stray.

Following the gentle tug that was beckoning him to the other side of the cavernous hall, he kept to the outskirts to avoid the mass of bodies talking, dancing and drinking.

As the tug grew stronger, he wondered curiously where his shadow was leading him. Had it sensed a threat that even he hadn't spotted? It seemed unlikely, but not impossible.

Eventually, he approached a small crowd loitering by the table littered with glasses and flutes of wine and champagne. His shadow was close, he could sense it. He scanned the small group, seeking the familiar darkness of his shadows.

There. He spotted it; slinked around a high-heeled ankle. His eyes trailed upwards, following the exposed bare leg, continuing up a gossamer-clad torso, a plunging neckline, a long slender neck, before settling on the face of the most beautiful female he had ever seen.

You hadn't noticed it at first. The soft brush had just felt like the fabric of your dress sweeping against your ankle. But when you looked down, you noticed a black shadow slowly wrapping itself around your ankle. It tickled, pulling a smile from you as you watched it wend its way up your leg, exposed through the slit in your dress.

Curiously, you reached down to touch it as it skated your thigh. In answer, it wrapped itself around your fingers. Bringing your hand closer to your face, you watched in wonder as it danced in between your fingers.

You were so distracted by the shadow that you didn't notice the owner of the shadow approach until he spoke.

"They seem to like you."

It was the only thing Azriel could think to say as he watched you smile at the shadow flitting around in your hand. All thoughts had left his mind, the sight rendering him speechless for a few seconds.

At the sound of his voice, you looked up. Your eyes locked onto his, amusement dancing in them. He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him.

"Lose something?" You spoke, your voice like caramel.

Struck dumb, Azriel could only watch as you gently flicked his shadow in his direction, returning it to him. Reluctantly, the shadow rejoined the mass swirling around his feet. Az realised he should say something.

"I apologise for disturbing you," he managed. "I usually have them under control, but they're feeling rebellious today."

You laughed, and it was the single greatest sound he has ever heard. Azriel couldn't contain his own smile, self-consciously rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

"Should I be concerned about drawing their attention?" You inquired playfully.

Az chuckled. "No, not unless you plan on causing trouble."

Something like mischief sparked in your eyes. "Oh, I always plan on causing trouble."

Gods, save him.

You extended a hand and introduced yourself.

"Azriel." He said, his scarred hand clasping yours as he suppressed his disgust at marring you with his touch.

You repeated his name, just a murmur, but loud enough for him to hear. Perhaps he had been wrong, it was not your laugh that was the greatest sound he had ever heard, but the sound of his name of your lips.

You weren't quite sure how you were playing it so cool. The male standing before you was quite simply the most handsome male you had ever seen. Talking to males never normally intimidated you, but you felt the need to leave a lasting impression on this one.

Just the touch of his hand on yours had sent tingles down your spine. The feeling was unfamiliar, yet not unwelcome. It was safe to say, for the first time in your life, you were out of your depth.

The musicians began playing a tune that had hoards of people flocking to the dance floor.

"Well, Azriel," you began, holding out your hand. "Do you or your shadows dance?"

Wordlessly, with a glint in his eyes, Azriel took your hand and led you out into the crowd of couples on the dance floor.

Az took the lead in the dance with a newfound confidence. You placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the hard muscles beneath his jacket. His large hand on your waist felt equally as strong, but he held you at a respectable distance.

As if unhappy with the distance between you, his shadows reached for you. They pulled you in closer, wrapping round the two of you as you moved gracefully on the dance floor.

You huffed a laugh, your breasts now flush against Azriel's broad chest. "They're definitely rebellious."

Az only grunted in response, as though words were beyond him.

Looking up at him as he towered over you, you bit your lip, anxious that your closeness had made him uncomfortable.

He was already looking down at you when your eyes met his, dark with lust. "Don't look at me like that." He ground out.

"Why not?" You challenged, your own newfound confidence coming through at the realisation he was growing hard beneath you as your bodies pressed together.

He growled lowly. "Drives me crazy."

His gravelly voice went straight to your core, and as his eyes darkened further, you knew he could scent your arousal. Refusing to blush, you held his gaze and he inhaled, a restrained groan building in his throat.

"You smell divine."

You bit your lip again. "Why don't you find out how I taste?"

You refused to break Azriel's gaze, which had turned feral at your words. In that gaze, you could see an internal battle between desire and logic.

"Offer's on the table," you told him. "No strings."

Azriel whirled around, leading you by your joint hands to the nearest exit. Once outside the hall, your heels clicked on the stone as he led you down a handful of dim corridors. He stopped beside an alcove, pushing you in with his body. The alcove was just big enough for the two of you, his shadows blocking you from sight of any stray passers-by.

Not wasting any time, Az connected his mouth to yours in the most sensous kiss you had ever experienced. You leaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers into Azriel's hair, drawing a low groan from the back of his throat.

He trailed kisses from your mouth down your neck, sucking and nipping with his teeth. You let out a breathy moan as his teeth grazed over your nipple, the fabric of your dress pushed aside.

Through the slit in your dress, Azriel stroked your thigh, higher and higher until he reached where your underwear should have been.

"No panties?" He growled. "You really are looking for trouble."

His fingers toyed with your pussy, gathering up the slick before sliding one finger inside.

"Azriel." You breathed, the sensation overwhelming you.

He moved his finger in and out of you, curling it just right as he added another.

"Feel so good round my fingers, baby," he praised, watching as you started to unravel. "Let's find out how you taste."

He dropped to his knees before you, gathering the fabric of your dress and bunching it round your hips. The scent of your arousal and the feeling of your slick had hardened his cock beneath his trousers. He licked a long, slow line along your pussy, teasing you.

"Please," you begged.

"So needy," he taunted. You could hear the smugness in his voice. Putting you out of your misery, he pressed his mouth to your pussy. Like a man starved, he licked, sucked, nipped at you, all the while sliding his fingers in and out.

You moaned his name, fingers tugging at strands of his hair. He growled at the sensation, which reverberated against your clit. You felt your release building.

"Fuck, you taste so good," his voice full of lust. "You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Yes," you breathed. "Fuck, don't stop."

Obliging, he picked up the pace of his fingers, and focused his mouth on your clit. Your moans were obcene as you came, his name spilling out of you for all to hear. Azriel only slowed his pace once your pussy had stopped clenching round his fingers.

He looked up at you with a devilish grin, lips wet with your slick. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, raising them to his lips taste you again.

He raised up to his full height, towering over you. His hair a tussled mess, his eyes still dark with lust. "Until next time," he said, and vanished off, taking his shadows with him.

The sound of you moaning his name, the taste of you on his tongue, they lingered for hours. He thought about it - about you for the rest of the evening. Later that night, he fucked his fist and came at the thought of you.

#azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acotar #acotar smut #azriel smut #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #sjm universe

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effetsecndaires · 9 months

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠. (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES: kazutora hanemiya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, hajime kokonoi, hanma shuji, keisuke baji, izana kurokawa

CONTENT WARNING: some misogyny

NOTE: I made these into headcanons, hope you don't mind 🤍 your gang is called 'jotei rengou' (literal translation: empress union) idk it sounded cool

— KAZUTORA.

When Kazutora finds out about your gang, he's surprised, to say the least - and not in a good way. To him, women don't belong in the delinquent world and he'll act hostile towards your gang in response, immediately seeing you as an obstacle to overcome, something to get rid of before it can cause too much trouble.

He has some deeply ingrained beliefs about strength and power so he finds it hard to believe that a women-only gang could rival any of the male-dominated gangs of Tokyo anyway.

However, when a fight breaks out between your gangs, Kazutora finds himself intrigued and slightly impressed by your strength. He watches you, analyses your technique, and he eventually recognizes that you are worthy of your title and are obviously not here by mistake.

He ends up developing a strange but genuine sense of respect and admiration for you — though you'll never catch him admitting that out loud.

"So...you're the girl who claims to be leading one of Japan's biggest gangs?" he looks you up and down. "Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a woman."

"Ha. I wouldn't expect you to. I've heard a lot about you, Hanemiya. You've got quite the reputation, you know?" you smirked. "But let's see if you can back up that talk with action."

— DRAKEN.

Draken's calm nature leads him to be open-minded and respectful towards you and your gang — doesn't matter if your first encounter is friendly or a little less amicable. He's surprised to see that a gang like yours exist, that's for sure, but he admires your strength and leadership qualities more than he worries about the 'women only' aspect of it.

He probably wouldn't want to get involved with you, though. He's totally against hitting women no matter what, so, with Mikey's approval, he'll try to find a common ground with you and offer compromises that could benefit both sides in order to avoid confrontation.

He might also harbour a tiny crush on you or one of your gang members.... But that's none of anyone's business.

— MIKEY.

Mikey takes you and your gang very seriously right from the start, and he quickly learns that: 1) you're not to be messed with, and 2) underestimating and belittling you would be a huge mistake.

However, just like Draken, fighting and hurting women in any way is a no-no. Not because he doesn't think you're capable of fighting back, far from it, but because keeping women safe has always been one of Toman's top priorities. He'll only fight you if he absolutely has to, that means only if your gang is pure evil or an actual threat to Toman.

On the contrary, if your gangs grow closer over the years, he'll gladly accept a friendly fight with you or your girls.

Although he doesn't really show it, Mikey is very admirative of you — a feeling that only intensifies when he finds out that the Jotei Rengou actually shares most of Toman's beliefs and is really similar to it in multiple aspects. He's also surprised by your strength and strategic thinking, which earns his silent admiration.

It kind of makes him want to welcome women into his own gang.

— KOKONOI.

Koko will treat your gang like any other gang. The fact that you're all women matters very little to him. You know what you got yourself into when you entered the world of street gangs and delinquency, therefore you must know what you're doing and you probably know how to fight back.

Koko immediately sees the power and influence you hold over your gang as you lead and command them, and he soon starts to see you as a valuable ally or potential rival, depending on how your gangs' first interaction unfolds.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by your backstory and your rise to power, because he knows you must've gone through hell and back before people actually started taking you seriously and accepted you as one of Japan's most notorious gangs.

"I don't remember inviting outsiders to my territory."

"I couldn't resist the chance to meet you!You're a hard one to find, you know?" he said, opening his arms and sticking his tongue out. "I've dreamed of this moment, Jotei Rengou."

— HANMA.

The first time Valhalla and Jotei Rengou come face to face, Hanma laughs. He laughs because it's evident to him that you don't belong at the head of a gang, and he makes sure you know how unserious he thinks your 'pathetic little gang' is.

He tries to provoke you by insulting you and your methods, clearly wanting to test your patience. However, he quickly realizes that you're not easily swayed by his manipulation tactics, having no trouble firing back at him.

Hanma finds you intriguing, and although he won't openly admit it, he's secretly impressed by your ability to stay calm and command respect and loyalty from your gang members — who all look extremely hot and badass, he must admit.

Hanma quickly starts thinking about how he could use your influence and power to his own advantage. He sees you as a potential ally or a stepping stone to achieve his goals.

— BAJI.

Baji is absolutely thrilled by the idea of facing such powerful women as opponents.

Though he can't do much without Mikey's approval, he sees this encounter as an opportunity for a great adrenaline-pumping battle. A rival gang is a rival gang, your gender doesn't hold him back in the slightest.

He's heard the rumors and whispers about the Jotei Rengou so he knows how serious you are about this — and although he'll approach you with a his usual cocky attitude, the last thing he'll do is underestimate you. The things he knows only fuels his determination further, and he looks forward to testing his skills against such interesting opponents.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" Baji smirks. "The Jotei Rengou and their infamous leader in person. Bold move showing up here, ladies."

"Hey, let's cut the small talk and make this interesting, shall we?" you smirk back, getting off your bike. "I'll show you what my gang's made of, and you boys can try to keep up."

— IZANA.

Izana is intrigued, but he doesn't take your gang seriously. He's heard of you and the damage you've done around Tokyo, but he's convinced that someone else is behind your crimes. He firmly believes that a woman's strength couldn't possibly match up to a man's, let alone his own.

But when you effortlessly take down some of Tenjiku's strongest members, Izana's initial arrogance towards you immediately starts to fade. He finds himself getting more and more frustrated as your fighting style proves to be just as efficient as his own.

Despite being impressed, Izana refuses to let his feelings show. Instead, he starts analyzing your moves, determined to find a weakness to exploit and make you regret ever crossing his path.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 8 months

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newly-mated cassian x reader or azriel x reader finds out his mate is pregnant, and his primal protective instincts go crazyyyy,overprotective isn’t even the word, like if someone looks at her funny he has a knife to their throat. or imagine someone pushes her and she falls and he just beats them to the brink of death

Baby daddy

Let's be real Azriel is protective in general. This man makes it his mission to keep you safe. With all the fears of past and present enemies getting their hands on you... No, he simply won't let it happen. Not on his watch. So add a baby on the way to the mix. That's a recipe for an overly protective fea male.

And it's safety that involves anything and everything. It's not just him having his shadows on watch 24/7. It's not just him having a weapon on him constantly. It's not just him making sure that you constantly have someone watching over you. And no it's not only him growling at Madja when he notices even a slight sight of discomfort on your face during an appointment.

No, it's Azriel putting all the snacks in the bottom drawer because the night he saw you climbing the counter was the night he aged five hundred years and got a handful of greys. "Get off, get off", his shadows are all over you before he even steps forward, "But chocolate chip cookies, Azriel", you say. He's only shaking his head, "No spider mama, nonsense. You ask or you don't get any", and he means it lovingly but you're sobbing so much that he knows there has to be a compromise in this.

Bet you his shadows are spawning in front of you with a glass of fresh herbal water every thirty minutes and you have black blobs just patiently waiting for you to take it. Following you are until you do, "Tell your dad, I'll be peeing all night because of him", you mutter but all you get in response is a cool caress from the dark creatures.

And even if Azriel is not a naturally touchy person his hand is always on your bump now. Even before you're showing. It's there and it never leaves. Slowly stroking your skin. I feel like his brain would explode when he starts feeling a bump forming there. And that his palm is now moving in a somewhat round surface.

It's an ever-watching Azriel. His senses are a thousand times sharper. And it does lead him to step out of line. A baker looked at you funny because you bought four loaves of bread instead of one and asked for an extra butter spread. Well, congratulations the old man is now on the death list and Azriel's dagger is buried in the wooden counter. "You have an issue?", the words are so venomous. And the look. The spymaster look. The shadowsinger look on his face. And the baker only shakes his head. Adding an extra baked good for you. And you're walking down the street munching on it happily. Not noticing the chaos Azriel had awoken behind you. The shadows that are spooking the poor man shitless.

Don't get me wrong. I don't think that he would go as far as to lock you up. He knows his limits. And he knows he can be overbearing. But it comes from the heart. Az had already lost so much. Life had only been taken away instead of giving him anything. So now that he has you. And the baby. That quite frankly his whole world. His whole life. He's living for you two. So nothing is too much in his eyes. More like, nothing is enough in his eyes.

I feel like the people of Velaris would start calling you the goddess of darkness. Because once again half of Azriel's shadow population is with you. Twirling around you as you walk. Covering you from the harsh midday sun. Pouring all around you. And I see his shadows as literally creatures of their own so you would always have these little buddies keeping you company. Dragging the juiciest gossip from all over. And carrying all the baby bits you end up buying. And covering for you when you buy a little bit too much. Shhhh... don't tell Azriel.

And I doubt Azriel would go on long missions or assignments. Like half a day is the longest. No matter what he has to be home by dinner. There's no way he's agreeing to anything that breaks that rule. Because evenings are for him and you, and the baby. With him lying by your tummy, pressing light kisses all over your bump as he talks about his day.

#Thursday blurb evening 🌙#azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel x you #acotar #acotar imagine #acotar x you #acotar x reader

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haunting-venus · 3 months

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enter, sandman

↳ neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), somnophilia, oral ( f ), praise and some dirty talk, desperate neteyam, masturbation ( m ), characters are aged up !

word count: 1886

notes | pretty light on the actual prompt but here is my first submission for romancing pandora ! day one — somnophilia, turned out pretty fluffy but who doesn’t love some pussywhipped neteyam, enjoy friends

na'vi dictionary | syil — meer deer ; olo’eyktan — male clan leader ; yawnetu — loved one / lover / beloved person ; tewng — loincloth

You and Neteyam had been circling each other your entire lives, opposing forces drawn to one another despite all your innate differences. You admired each other from afar for years, skirting looks and kind greetings eventually evolving into shared dinners and stolen touches beneath the eclipse.

It was new and terrifying, having the eyes of the future Olo’eyktan so filled with adoration and lust and hope whenever they laid on you.

When Neteyam finally approached you officially to ask for you to be his—in body, in soul, in life—you were sure the earth beneath you shook with the force of your love. You were euphoric, giddy with the prospect that the man you desired so fully from the time you were children wanted you as well.

Some questioned his choice, though it was always clear to you how well you fit in each other’s lives. You weren’t a skilled hunter or forager, but you had a kind heart and strong mind, making you perfect for teaching the younglings of the clan. Neteyam was a born warrior, a boy made of steel bones and gunpowder. Where he had to be strong and immovable, you could be adaptable and kind, giving each other a perfect balance in life.

Being bonded to Neteyam was a lot of pressure, no doubt. Some expected you to be perfect, while others criticized you for being weak, a never-ending pull at your heart. It was all easy to brush off when Neteyam’s strong hands caressed your shoulders.

It helped too that your chemistry grew indescribably as your relationship progressed. The two of you were crazy about each other, hardly capable of containing the heat and excitement you felt in your newly blossoming relationship.

His hand would often find your thigh throughout shared meals, inevitably ending with the two of you sneaking past the trees and with his head between your legs. You would visit him on his breaks from teaching, stealing kisses and teasing touches away from the eyes of the younger warriors. You were often teased by your friends about how you could not keep your hands from your betrothed for more than a minute.

It was part of what made the time apart so unbearably aching.

You knew he had to leave. The syil, a normally elusive creature, would be gathering for mating season in valleys a few days' ride away. The hunting party had been planned for weeks now, with Neteyam at its head. It was a great stride in showing the clan his leadership skills, the longest hunt beyond the village he would lead on his own. The reap of the hunt would be great, sustaining the clan through many days and providing countless pelts for the cold season ahead.

It did little to stave the emptiness in your heart or between your legs.

It grew lonely at night, especially in the cold drizzles of the rainy season when the hearth fires fizzled. You tucked yourself beneath woven mats, huddling against the soft fibers for warmth as your body craved the solid weight of Neteyam behind you. After what felt like hours of restless turning and shivering, a lonely sleep crept over your mind.

A heated groan rouses you from your slumber.

Your fingers tighten along the edge of the woven mats, flung to the side to expose you to the night’s chill, cooling against your heated skin. Your hair sticks against the curve of your neck, wet with sweat. There was an insistent nudge between your legs and a weight at the bone of your hip, pressing you firmly into your sleeping mats.

Light of the eclipse shadows across your home, dimly illuminating Neteyam’s face where it lay nestled between your thighs. There was a flush high on his cheeks, pupils dilated to show only a thin ring of gold as he gazed upon you. A small moan rumbles across the sensitive flesh of your folds as he notices you blink awake.

“‘Teyam-what the, oh-” Sleep still reached at the edge of your consciousness, muddling your thoughts as an easy pleasure trickled through you. Your hips move before your mind catches up, rutting towards Neteyam’s wide tongue as you moan. You could hardly think clearly with Neteyam’s tongue on you when you were fully awake, now your brain felt completely like mush.

“I’m sorry, yawnetu, I could not wait. You looked so sweet-'' His voice was weak and breathy, and you vaguely noticed one hand snuck beneath his tewng to palm at his cock.

Fuck, he feels so good and so right between you, but when did he get here? When did this start? Great Mother, why did you like it? You could see him in your mind’s eye, tired and worn from the long hunting trek, overcome with such want for you that waking you barely crossed his mind. In your head, he was needy and wanting, thinking of nothing but how he couldn’t stand to be apart from the wet heat between your legs for another second. The thought made you indescribably hot, legs trembling at the voracious way he gripped your hips as he dipped his tongue down into your entrance.

Your tewng hangs half-off your left thigh, rumbled and glistening with either saliva or your juices. Neteyam’s lips are soft and wet, trailing lightly between your slick folds. You try to gather your thoughts between the jolts of pleasure, bringing one hand down to stroke across your lover’s head. “Y-you’re back early.”

“The rains were too heavy, left early.” His fingers massage the plush of your thighs, trailing back up to trace the line of glowing freckles across your stomach. You squirm at the feather-light touches, inching your hips back to his panting lips. “Haah-such a nice present waiting for me at home, yawnetu, all spread out and waiting. Did you miss me?”

“I-I did, I—shit ‘Teyam—missed your mouth, your cock, please.”

“I know, baby, I know, let me give it to you.” His mouth fell back on you, slow licks on the sensitive skin around your labia, skirting around your hole and dipping into the junction of your thigh before darting against your clit. He breathed heavily from his nose, inhaling your scent as your legs tightening around the sides of his head increased the throb in his cock.

Your moans increase as his wide shoulders bully your thighs further apart, tongue giving wide and strong strokes against your clit before sucking it between his shining lips. You can feel the heat growing and tightening at the base of your stomach, fluttering against the dip of his thumb into your cunt.

The slick sounds of your arousal weave in between the wet sounds of his moans, hot and yearning as they vibrate through your clit and into your bones. You can vaguely hear the sound of him working his own cock, imagining the way the tip peeks between his thick fingers to leak onto himself as he devours you. He always looked so pretty when he worked himself over, eyes blown and pleading.

The movements of his tongue quicken with the pace of your whining moans, finally moving to rub firm circles over your clit that have you keening into his hot touch. Your fingers card through his braids, using the grip to keep his mouth firm against your mound. As if he had any plans of moving.

“That’s-fuck-feels good, baby, but-want your cock,” You mewl, fingers tightening around the back of his head. Your voice hitches with every labored breath, pussy clenching on emptiness with every beat of your racing heart and it’s been so long, your body craves for him.

“Just wait, yawnetu, soon. I-I need to taste you.” He mumbles the promise into your folds, gasping and panting into you with each tug at his cock. His face is near rutting into you, nose bumping at the top of your pussy and inhaling deep breaths of your sweat and slick. “Thought of it the w-whole time, just like this. Let me.”

The deep breathiness of his voice has arousal shooting through you. You know neither of you will probably be awake long enough to see through on that promise, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s enough to have him here, now, delighting himself so fully with eating at you that it has him desperate and breathless. His moans rumble through you, whispering praises and encouragements into the wetness of your core as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Neteyam.” You have one hand on the back of his head, the other gripped tightly into the woven mats as pleasure begins to crest over you. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah? Come on, yawnetu.” You swear you see a devilish grin at the corner of his lips before your eyes clench shut in pleasure.

Your orgasm rolls through you with a gasping breath, legs tightening around Neteyam’s shoulders as pleasure runs wet and hot from deep in your stomach to every edge of your body. Neteyam groans against you when you tighten under him, tongue swirling softly against your clit until you’re twitching against him, voice heavy with pants of his name and begging him to just get over here already.

Neteyam’s hand is still gripping at the meat of your hip when you open your eyes, now merely inches from your face as he holds himself above you. His hand moves fast and tight on his hard cock, eyes hooded in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty-haah-got me so close, baby.”

His deep blue skin is shining under the eclipse with perspiration and your slick, the little freckles over his cheeks and shoulders glimmering lightly. You let your eyes sleepily rove over his wide shoulders and muscled chest, taking in every inch of how fucking good he looks above you.

Your eyes are glassy with pleasure as you gaze up at him with wet lashes, each brush of him against you sending you twitching in sensitivity. “I want it on me, please Neteyam.”

His eyes are unfocused as he comes apart above you, ears twitching and mouth falling open in wet pants. He burrows his head into the crook of your neck as he gets close, licking feverishly at the junction of your neck, the wet head of his cock bumping against your belly.

You reach behind his head again, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, eyes drawn on his face as he groans with each stroke. Your fingers brush along his largest braid close to the skull before rubbing your thumb firmly against the base. His eyes roll slightly as he gasps into your mouth, hips spasming unevenly as his orgasm wracks through him. His hand tightens on your hip, tip of his cock rubbing against you as he empties himself onto you.

The heat in you is slow and lazy, something that will creep into your dreams to be dealt with in the morning. Your bones feel heavy with Neteyam’s heat cuddling up next to you, mind already fuzzy with edges of sleep.

Neteyam’s face is lax in pleasure, nuzzling into the side of your body and pulling you taut to him. You can already hear his breathing evening out with the beginnings of sleep as he mumbles into your hair. “Missed you, yawnetu.”

“Welcome home, ‘Teyam.”

tags | @tallulah477 ; @eywaite @neteyamsoare

#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar fanfiction #avatar smut #smut #venus writes #romancingpandora2024 #avatar the way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam sully x reader

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bangchansdirty-slut · 4 months

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Back For More

Paring: TXT (separate) x Bottom!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary:Reader cheats with TXT (separate) and regrets it but can't get enough, so he comes back for more. (inspired by back for more by TXT)

More: Masterlist

Requests are open. I'm running out of ideas.

A/n: I totally didn't listen to Back for more Anitta and TXT ver on repeat while writing this. Also, Yeonjun's Guilty performance and Soobin's 23 curse are literally the best things to ever happen.

Yeonjun

The night was cool, the sky a deep velvet black dotted with twinkling stars. M/n, your boyfriend, was sound asleep, oblivious to the storm brewing within you. His gentle breaths caressed your skin, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a pang of guilt. But it was quickly replaced by the intoxicating thrill of anticipation, as you reached for your phone, dialing a number you knew by heart. You couldn't quite believe this was happening, but the desire to feel his lips on yours, his hands on your body, was overwhelming. It didn't matter that it was wrong, that you were cheating. All that mattered was this moment, this fleeting connection to the person you'd been dreaming about for far too long.

"Hey," Yeonjun answered, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for your call."

There was a brief pause before you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"Come over, then," Yeonjun purred. "I've been waiting for you."

The seconds ticked by as you both hung up, heart pounding in anticipation. You could hear your boyfriend's soft breaths, his steady heartbeat beneath your fingertips. But you knew that soon, you would be lost in the arms of the other man, the one who made you feel so alive, so wanted. You climbed out of bed, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend, and slipped into a pair of jeans and a hoodie. The cold air hit you as you stepped out of the room, but you barely registered it. All that mattered was getting to Yeonjun as quickly as possible.

You crept down the hallway, your bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. The house was dark, save for a single lamp flickering in the living room. You could hear the faint sound of music playing in the background, and your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the song. It was one of your favorite songs, one that reminded you of the first time you met Yeonjun.

As you approached the living room, you could see his silhouette against the window, swaying to the music. His hair was disheveled, his body lithe and sensual. You hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of desire and guilt wash over you. But then you steeled yourself, taking a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside. "Hey," you said softly, closing the door behind you.

Yeonjun turned toward you, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "You came." He stepped forward, his hands finding your hips. "I knew you couldn't resist me." His breath fanned across your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't find the words to respond, your mind foggy with desire. You could feel his erection pressing against your stomach, and you ached to be touched by him. You wanted him to make you forget about your boyfriend, about all the promises you'd made.

Yeonjun guided you over to the couch, sitting you down before climbing onto your lap. His body was hot against yours, and you gasped as he ground his hips against you, his erection clearly outlined through his clothes. "You know you belong to me," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "You belong in my bed, beneath me."

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. You wanted this, wanted him. But deep down, you knew it was wrong, that it would only lead to more pain and suffering.

As if sensing your turmoil, Yeonjun began to kiss you, his lips soft and demanding. His hands roamed over your body, teasing your nipples through your shirt, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You arched into his touch, helpless against the feelings he evoked in you. He tugged at your shirt, revealing your chest, and you felt a thrill of anticipation as he ran his tongue along your collarbone.

You could feel the tension building inside you, the need for release growing stronger with every passing second. You knew you should stop, but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. You just wanted to lose yourself in this moment, in the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of him on your tongue.

Yeonjun's fingers dipped lower, brushing against the bare skin of your stomach before slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. He gasped as he found your aching center, already wet with desire. He stroked you roughly through your boxer, his fingers finding your dick and groping it expertly. You arched your back, crying out his name as pleasure washed over you in waves.

"That's it," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me." He kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to stroke you. You could feel the familiar tugging sensation building inside you, the need for release growing more insistent with each passing second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as you surrendered to the sensation. His hips began to move against yours, grinding his erection against your leg, and you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your control slipping away, the guilt and shame you'd been carrying fading into the background as you gave in to the passion that flowed between you.

Yeonjun broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. "I want you," he breathed, his eyes dark with desire. "I need you." With a groan, he pushed your pants down, freeing your dick. He grasped it in his hand, stroking it roughly as he leaned in to kiss you again. You moaned into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming.

As you felt the familiar tugging sensation build to a crescendo, you arched your back off the couch, unable to contain your release. You came with a shout, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Yeonjun held you close, his breath hot against your neck as he came as well, his hips bucking against yours in time with your orgasm.

For a moment, you were lost in the afterglow of the passion you'd shared. But then, reality came crashing back down around you. You glanced at the clock, panic surging through your veins. You had to get back to your boyfriend's house before he woke up. You had to explain, to make things right.

You climbed shakily to your feet, looking down at Yeonjun, who lay sprawled on the couch, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. You didn't know what to say, what to do. You couldn't leave him like this, but you couldn't stay either. The guilt was overwhelming.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I have to go."

Yeonjun opened his eyes, looking up at you with a mixture of desire and anger. "Don't leave me like this," he pleaded. "Don't make me want you even more."

You hesitated, torn between your love for him and your promises to your boyfriend. But in the end, you knew what you had to do. You turned and walked away, not looking back as you left the house and hurried down the darkened street.

The cool air of the night did nothing to calm your racing thoughts. You tried to convince yourself that it was all a mistake, that you could make it right somehow. But deep down, you knew that the damage had been done. You had betrayed your boyfriend's trust, and there was no going back from that.

As you neared your boyfriend's house, you began to panic. How would you explain this? How could you possibly make him understand? You practiced what you would say in your head, but nothing seemed to adequately capture the depth of your regret and shame.

You crept silently up to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the weight of your actions pressing down on you, making it difficult to breathe. With a shaking hand, you reached out to knock on the door.

Soobin

M/n's mind was a mess. He had just slept with Soobin, his best friend's boyfriend, and now he couldn't stop thinking about it. The way Soobin's lips had felt on his, the way their bodies moved together as if they were meant to be. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but crave more. As he lay awake in bed, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they were together for real.

The next day, M/n couldn't focus on anything. He kept glancing at Soobin whenever they were together, wondering what it would be like to be the one who Soobin looked at like that. Every time they touched, it sent shockwaves through his body, and every time they looked into each other's eyes, he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper. He knew he had to talk to Soobin, to confess how he felt, but he was too scared.

So, when Soobin texted him later that night, asking if he wanted to hang out, M/n didn't hesitate. He quickly agreed, hoping that maybe this time, they could find a way to be together. When they met up, Soobin led him to a secluded spot, and before M/n could say anything, Soobin leaned in and kissed him passionately. M/n melted into the kiss, returning it with just as much fervor.

As they continued to make out, M/n couldn't help but notice the hardness pressing against his thigh. He reached down and gripped Soobin's crotch, feeling the heat radiating from it. Soobin moaned into the kiss, and M/n could taste the desire on his lips. He pulled back slightly, looking into Soobin's eyes. "I want you," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I want you so badly."

Soobin nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He led M/n over to a nearby bench, helping him sit down. Before he knew what was happening, Soobin was on his knees in front of him, unzipping his pants. M/n's breath hitched as he watched Soobin pull out his cock, already hard with desire. Soobin wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking gently at first, then harder as he felt M/n begin to lose control.

M/n's hips bucked forward, his hands tangled in Soobin's hair. The sensation of Soobin's mouth on him was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His legs shook uncontrollably, and he knew he was close. Soobin sensed it too, and he began to move faster, using his tongue to tease the head of M/n's cock. With a cry of release, M/n came, his seed spilling down Soobin's throat. As the sensation subsided, he looked down at Soobin, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared intimacy.

"I think we need to do that again," Soobin murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. M/n couldn't help but laugh, even as he felt another wave of desire building inside him. He reached down and helped Soobin to his feet, pulling him closer for another kiss. This time, it felt like they were really together.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, M/n knew that this was what he had been missing all along. He didn't care if it meant hurting his best friend or if it wasn't supposed to be this way. All that mattered was that he was finally with the person he truly wanted. And as they continued to kiss, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, he knew that there was no turning back.

Beomgyu

It was a stormy night, the kind that made the air feel electric and alive. The sky was a churning mass of black clouds, lit intermittently by flashes of lightning that cast long, eerie shadows across the city. The wind howled like a banshee, rattling the windows and causing the trees to sway violently. In this sort of weather, it was easy for people to lose themselves in the darkness, to surrender to their base desires and let the storm guide them where it willed.

That was exactly what M/n had done. Just hours ago, he had been lying in bed, his heart heavy with guilt, his mind filled with images of Beomgyu's face as he had cried out Beomgyu's name. He knew he should have stayed away from the other man, known better than to give in to the temptation. But as soon as he had seen Beomgyu's message, the storm raging outside seeming to mirror the storm within him, he had found himself unable to resist.

Now, M/n sat in the backseat of his car, parked in a dark alleyway, waiting for Beomgyu to arrive. He could barely see his own hands in front of his face, the interior of the car illuminated only by the dim glow of the dashboard lights. His heart raced in his chest, and sweat trickled down his back despite the cold night air. He wanted this, needed it, but he couldn't help but feel like he was on the edge of some sort of precipice, teetering between right and wrong.

When he finally heard the familiar click of Beomgyu's shoes against the pavement, M/n's heart leapt into his throat. The car door opened, and Beomgyu slid into the seat beside him. Without a word, he leaned over and pressed their lips together, their bodies colliding in the tight space. M/n moaned into the kiss, his hands finding their way under Beomgyu's shirt, gripping at his skin hungrily.

As they broke apart for air, M/n gazed into Beomgyu's eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. "I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking. "I keep picturing us together."

Beomgyu smiled sadly. "I know. I can't stop either." He reached over and traced a finger along M/n's jawline, then down his neck. "But we shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "We both know it's wrong."

M/n shivered at the touch, his body betraying his resolve. He couldn't help but feel drawn to Beomgyu, as if some invisible force were pulling them together despite their best intentions. "I know," he managed to say, his voice little more than a whisper. "But I can't stop wanting you."

The tension in the air thickened, the air charged with electricity. M/n could feel his heart racing, his breath coming faster. He leaned in closer to Beomgyu, their bodies pressed together so tightly that M/n could feel the other man's erection pressing against his own. As the passion between them grew, M/n found himself unable to resist any longer. He reached down, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants.

Beomgyu watched, his eyes dark and hungry, as M/n freed his cock. "Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"I don't care," M/n gasped, wrapping his hand around Beomgyu's hard length. "I just want you." He guided Beomgyu's hand to his own crotch, their fingers entwining as they began to stroke each other in a feverish rhythm. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the friction between their palms and the pressure of Beomgyu's touch driving M/n wild. He arched his back, moaning loudly, his hips bucking into Beomgyu's hand.

As they continued to stroke each other, M/n could feel the familiar ache in his ass begin to build. He glanced over at Beomgyu, his lips parted and his eyes glazed over with lust. "Please," he whispered, "I need you."

Beomgyu looked at him for a long moment, his expression torn. Finally, he leaned forward, his lips finding M/n's once more. As their tongues tangled together, Beomgyu reached behind M/n, unbuckling his seatbelt. He guided M/n forward, pushing him down until he was on his knees in the footwell of the car. Then, he positioned himself behind M/n, lining up his aching cock with his ass.

With a harsh cry, M/n arched his back as Beomgyu thrust inside him, filling him completely. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that M/n couldn't help but cry out. His fingers dug into the upholstery of the car seat, his body trembling as Beomgyu began to move inside him, their hips meeting in a furious rhythm.

As they fucked, the wind howled outside, the rain pelting the car like bullets. Inside, it was a different kind of storm, a storm of passion and desire that threatened to consume them both. M/n could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he neared the brink. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his hot cum spilling onto the car seat as he cried out Beomgyu's name.

Beomgyu followed seconds later, his body shuddering as he released himself deep inside M/n. They collapsed together, panting heavily, their sweaty bodies pressed together. The storm raged on outside, but for a few precious moments, they were the only two people in the world.

As their breathing slowed, M/n leaned back against the car seat, his eyes closed. He knew they should never have done this, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. Beomgyu's fingers traced gentle circles on his palm, and M/n let out a shuddering sigh.

"I'm sorry," Beomgyu whispered. "I don't know what came over me."

M/n opened his eyes and looked at him. "It's okay," he said softly. "I wanted it too." He paused, then added, "I've wanted you for so long."

The admission hung in the air between them, heavy and awkward. But there was an understanding there as well. They both knew that what they had just done was wrong, but they couldn't deny the powerful connection that had brought them together.

"We should probably get back," Beomgyu said finally, his voice still shaky. He withdrew from M/n, doing his best to straighten their clothes and compose themselves.

M/n nodded, his heart still racing. He didn't want to break the spell between them, but they couldn't ignore reality forever. He forced himself to sit up, wincing at the ache in his ass, and buckled his seatbelt. As he glanced over at Beomgyu, he realized that they would have to face the consequences of their actions together. They could no longer pretend that what they had done was insignificant.

With a deep breath, M/n turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared back to life. As they pulled away from the overlook, the storm seemed to intensify, the wind howling and the rain lashing against the car. But for now, they were together, and they would face whatever came their way together.

Taehyun

The night was still young, and the stars twinkled softly above as Taehyun and M/n sat in the dimly lit living room. They had been friends for years, but ever since M/n's boyfriend left town for an extended business trip, there had been an undeniable tension between them. It was as if the air itself was charged with an electric current, sizzling with anticipation. Every time Taehyun looked into M/n's eyes, he could see the desire lurking just beneath the surface, and it was driving him wild.

He leaned in closer, their bodies brushing against each other as he spoke softly into M/n's ear, "Do you ever regret what happened between us? I mean, I know we were both drunk that night, but… I can't help but wonder if you ever think about it."

M/n's heart skipped a beat as he felt Taehyun's warm breath against his neck. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but admit that he thought about it all the time. The feel of Taehyun's lips on his, the weight of his body pressing him into the mattress. It was like an addiction, and the more he tried to resist, the more he found himself craving more.

With a shaky breath, M/n confessed, "I do think about it. All the time. I keep telling myself it was a mistake, that I should go back to my boyfriend, but… I can't stop wanting you."

The admission seemed to ignite something inside Taehyun, and he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against M/n's as he whispered, "Then why don't we make another mistake?"

Before M/n could even process what was happening, Taehyun had him back against the couch, their hips grinding together as their lips locked in a passionate kiss. He could feel Taehyun's erection pressed against his own, and the sensation was driving him wild. He moaned into the kiss, arching his back as he ground himself against Taehyun's hip.

Their tongues tangled together as they explored each other's mouths, and M/n could feel the familiar ache building deep within him. He reached down, his hand shaking as he undid Taehyun's pants, freeing his hard cock. It was just as big and impressive as he remembered, and he couldn't wait to feel it inside him.

As he stroked Taehyun's length, his other hand found its way to his own crotch, massaging his aching erection through his pants. He groaned into the kiss, unable to believe how good it felt to be with Taehyun again. The couch beneath them creaked ominously, but neither of them cared as they lost themselves in the moment.

Taehyun broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at M/n. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, running his fingers through M/n's hair. "I've missed feeling you like this."

With a growl, Taehyun positioned himself between M/n's legs, his erection rubbing against the other man's entrance. He leaned down, his lips brushing against M/n's ear as he whispered, "Are you ready for me?"

M/n arched his back, his hips bucking upward in silent invitation. "Yes," he moaned. "Please."

With a swift thrust, Taehyun was inside him, their bodies joining in a rhythm that felt so right, so natural. M/n cried out, his back arching off the couch as pleasure coursed through him in waves. His thighs shook and his fists clenched, and with every thrust, Taehyun's cock hit his prostate, sending him spiraling into oblivion.

Around them, the room seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them, lost in their passion. Taehyun's hands gripped M/n's hips, his eyes locked on their joined bodies, and as M/n felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, he knew there was no going back. This was where he belonged, with Taehyun.

As his orgasm crashed over him in a wave of blinding pleasure, M/n's entire body tensed and his muscles went rigid. His thighs shook violently, and he couldn't help but let out a hoarse cry as he came, his hot seed spilling over Taehyun's lap.

Taehyun followed him over the edge, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself deep inside M/n one final time, his body shuddering with release. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against M/n's sweat-dampened hair as they both struggled to catch their breath.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Taehyun whispered, his voice hoarse. "I want more. I need more."

M/n could feel Taehyun's erection still inside him, pulsing with each heartbeat. The sensation was exhilarating, and he couldn't deny that he wanted more as well. "Then don't stop," he breathed. "Don't stop wanting me."

Their bodies tangled together, and as they lay there in the afterglow of their passion, M/n couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection between them would lead. But for now, he was content to enjoy the moment and savor the feel of Taehyun's skin pressed against his own.

Kai

The night was alive with the sound of raucous laughter, the scent of cheap perfume, and the feel of sweaty palms as they gripped the smooth sides of a glass. M/n had never been much of a drinker, but tonight was different. The urge to escape from reality was too strong, and the promise of oblivion too alluring. He found himself wandering aimlessly through the crowd, his eyes searching for anything that might offer a temporary reprieve from the pain that had become his constant companion.

It was then that he saw him: Kai, his sister's boyfriend The man who was off-limits in every sense of the word. There was something about Kai that made M/n's heart race and his stomach flip-flop. It was as if the very air around him was electrified, and M/n couldn't help but be drawn to him like a moth to the flame. Without a second thought, he made his way over, unable to resist the magnetic pull.

As he approached Kai, M/n felt a mixture of excitement and guilt course through his veins. Kai was handsome, with his prefect hair and piercing eyes, but he was also taken. M/n knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but the need to feel wanted, to experience the heat that Kai exuded, was simply too great. He swallowed hard and leaned in, pressing his lips against Kai's in a heated, passionate kiss.

Kai responded eagerly, his hands gripping M/n's hips as he deepened the kiss. M/n felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine as Kai's tongue danced against his lips. The feeling was intoxicating, and for a brief moment, he forgot about the guilt and the consequences that would inevitably follow. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment.

When they finally broke apart for air, M/n looked into Kai's eyes and knew that he was in too deep. He wanted more, and he didn't care who it hurt in the process. "Take me home with you," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. "Please."

Kai smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. "Alright," he breathed, leading M/n away from the party. As they made their way to his car, their hands never straying far from each other, M/n felt a sense of freedom wash over him. He had never been so brazen before, but with Kai, he felt invincible.

Once they were in the car, Kai reached over and undid M/n's pants, slipping his hand inside and finding him already hard. With a hungry moan, Kai began to stroke him, his other hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. M/n arched his back, letting out a throaty groan as the pleasure coursed through him.

They arrived at Kai's apartment in record time, their need for each other driving them forward with an urgency that was both thrilling and terrifying. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Kai pushed M/n against the wall and kissed him again, harder this time. He unbuttoned M/n's shirt, revealing his chest, before leaning down to suckle at his nipple. M/n cried out, his hips grinding against Kai's.

When Kai finally pulled away, M/n's breath came in ragged gasps. "I want to taste you," he whispered, reaching down to undo Kai's pants. Kai let out a shaky breath as M/n took him in hand, his tongue darting out to lap at the head of his cock. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of M/n's mouth on him. He pushed M/n's head down, urging him to take more, and M/n eagerly obeyed, taking as much of Kai's length into his mouth as he could handle.

M/n felt a surge of power as he tasted Kai, as he felt the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his hands. He knew that Kai was his, at least for this moment, and he intended to make the most of it. He sucked harder, teasing the sensitive flesh at the base of Kai's cock, and then licked up along the length, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. Kai moaned, thrusting into M/n's mouth, and M/n could feel the heat of his arousal spreading through his body.

Their encounter was a frenzied dance of lust and desire, their bodies moving together in a fluid motion that was both familiar and foreign. M/n felt as if he were losing control, as if he were falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of their passion. Kai's grip on his hair was tight, almost painful, but M/n didn't care; it only served to heighten the experience.

As Kai neared his climax, M/n could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing, the heat of his body growing more intense. He pulled away, breathless, and watched as Kai's eyes rolled back in his head, his face contorted in ecstasy. He felt a sharp twinge in his own groin, and with a groan, he came, spurting his release over Kai's chest.

They collapsed together on the floor, their chests heaving, their hearts racing. For a moment, there was silence, as if the world around them had come to a standstill. M/n reached up to wipe the sweat from Kai's brow, and Kai smiled down at him, his eyes still glassy with desire.

"I can't believe I just did that," M/n whispered, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and fear wash over him. He had never been so brazen before, but with Kai, it had been like he'd lost all inhibition. He felt a newfound sense of confidence, of power.

Kai laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from M/n's face. "I know, right? It's like we're different people tonight." He leaned in, their lips just barely touching. "Do you want to do it again?"

M/n nodded, his heart racing at the thought of exploring this newfound courage with Kai. They stood, still leaning against each other for support, and made their way to Kai's bedroom. The air was heavy with the scent of their arousal, and M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the power that had been unleashed between them.

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soadiablo · 11 months

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How would the spidermen react to the (male) reader being all of their boyfriend in each world?

For some he’s a villain, for some he’s a fellow hero, for some he’s a civilian.

Which spider person has which reader and what happens when they find out that they all have a reader?

atsv men w/ the same boyfriend from another universe

characters: miguel o'hara, peter b. parker, and hobie brown.

cw: none

notes: okay so i accidentally wrote a whole fic so what

i'm ASSUMING that you mean across the spider-verse spidermen so that's what i'm doing, if you were thinking something else please let me know.

not proof read

So let's put this into a scenario, you're your own Spider-Man in your own universe. But you have your own love interest. And say one day you're kicking bad guy butt right? Even though it's odd cause the bad guy doesn't look like they're from your universe. Then all of a sudden, this portal opens and another Spider-Man comes through it and also starts beating your bad guy.

Yeah so long story short, it was Miguel and you two do a little banter thing, and you convince him to let you join his Spider Society. Which leads you to the point where you meet Peter and Hobie. And oh boy are they getting some memories.

MIGUEL would probably already have been aware of the fact that you existed in multiple universes. Miguel would probably have a boyfriend who is also a fellow hero, but maybe not exactly Spider-Man. Maybe just someone who helped him on missions and whatnot. So I don't think his reaction would be too strong. He's aware that you look a little like his own version of you, and act like him. But he knows you aren't his version. Although I do believe that would lead to some pretty fun bantering and questions.

Who knows, maybe he might introduce you to... well you one day. Maybe some fun hero shenanigans might ensue.

PETER would probably be a bit stunned. I mean come on, you saw how he was with MJ in the first movie. Maybe you are a spitting image of yourself. Peter would most likely have a civilian boyfriend. Someone who takes care of him after a fight, watching Mayday (i love Mayday fyi), and just being there for when he comes home. That being said, see you as Spider-Man makes him feel... ways he's never felt before. In a good way. He thinks it's cool that he has a boyfriend who is also Spider-Man! He would most likely ask a bunch of questions. Like if you had any cool powers, how does your own suit work, were you also bitten by a radioactive spider?

Peter would also probably try to test your strength, and also get you to meet his own version of you. He just thinks it's cool.

HOBIE would just be amused at the fact that another you exists. Most likely it was a gut feeling, but seeing you with his own two eyes just confirms it. Or maybe he just didn't believe in you, he doesn't believe in consistency. I feel like if you do manage to strike a conversation with him he would probably tell you all about his version of you. One of the first things he'll say is about how you're a villain in his universe. Yep, personally I believe that Hobie would have a boyfriend who's a villain in his universe. What villain you represent is completely up to you. Although it is interesting to know another version of his boyfriend is a hero instead of the opposite.

Would he introduce you to his version of you? Probably not.

#⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ matthew writes #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #peter b parker x male reader #peter b parker x reader #spiderman x male reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x reader

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loveshotzz · 11 months

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you look pretty like this

bouncer!steve x fem!reader whatta man blurb

summary: Steve comes upstairs after a bad night at The Foxy Lounge.

warnings: 18+ dirty talk, oral male receiving, swallowing, boot riding 😈

word count: 1.4k

authors note: the blurb i wanted to win the poll so i wrote it too! this is part of my 90’s au Whatta Man but you don’t have to read to enjoy. Just know you live above the bar Steve bounces for.

Steve finally looked less pissed than when he stormed in earlier, his half lidded eyes staring down at you from between his legs. The pink glow from The Foxy Lounge sign illuminates his bronzed summer skin in a way that makes your thighs press. The haze from the smoke billows out from between his lips and softens the room while one big hand reaches down to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb brushing away the tear that escapes from the corner of your eye as you open your throat up more for him.

“Mouth like a fuckin’ champion, honey. You like suckin’ me off like this huh?” He coos leaning back a little to get a better look at you.

You nod your head the best you can while you hum around the thickness of his cock that bullies your gag reflex. The vibrations make him groan loud enough that anyone outside the bar downstairs can hear.

He hollows out his cheeks taking another long drag, his hips bucking when your tongue traces the protruding vein that runs up the side. His leaky tip twitches in your mouth with his release just begging to come out.

“So fuckin’ good for me, makin’ my bad night better.” His words are sweet but the fist that tangles in your hair is a little mean.

His half smoked cigarette dangles from his bottom lip while his eyebrows pinch together to meet in the middle, the ash at the end dangerously close to falling on your bed.

You release him from your mouth with a loud pop, a string of spit keeping you connected when you look up at him with big eyes. He loved when you did that. Your hand wraps around the base, squeezing with just enough pressure to make a heavy breath exhale through his nose.

“You gonna ash that?” You ask a little bratty, swiping your thumb over his slit making him hiss.

His white undershirt sits pushed up just below his belly button, a trail of thick chestnut hair leading to an even fuller chest, the muscles in his abdomen flex when you do it again.

His lips twitch around the butt before he leans back with narrowed eyes. Long fingers reaching up to make the cigarette look small when it gets nestled between them. He flicks the excess off into the ashtray you got for the days it was always just “the one” swearing he’ll quit again tomorrow.

You keep working him at a slow pace, your wrist moving at just the right rhythm to make him grunt. His legs shift slightly so one big boot finds a new home between your knees. The wet patch in your underwear becoming uncomfortable when you think of sitting on it, your body desperate for any kind of friction.

Resting on his elbows, he takes another long drag, doing his best to play it cool while his dark stare fixates back on you.

“Happy?” The question comes out around a cloud of smoke and you have to suppress your moan when the toe of his boot accidentally ghosts against your clit.

“Mmmhmm” you manage to get out.

His brows raise as he clocks the way your lashes flutter and the power in your movements falter for a split second, something devilish taking over his handsome features when he figures it out.

“Getting tired baby?” He grins, biceps straining when he takes another drag. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

Your walls clamp around nothing but his words while your eyes lock with the smugness taunting you in his. Holding his gaze you lick a broad stripe up his length, relishing in the way it’s makes him twitch in your hands with a low ‘fuck’ escaping him. You tease him slowly with your tongue, exploring every ridge standing at attention for you before bringing the intensity of your mouth back down to wrap around him. It shuts him up for a second while you try to regain control.

“Does it look like I’m tired?” You ask pulling away just enough for your lips to ghost against the sensitive skin.

You weren’t looking for a real answer, and he knew that, but it didn’t stop him from trying. Whatever comeback he has dies before it has a chance to come out when you take as much of him as you can. Only stopping when he hits that part of your throat that’ll be bruised in the morning.

“Jesus-fuck, honey.”

The corners of your lips twist up around him, more than pleased when his fingers find their way back into your hair. You hum in approval, encouraging him to give in as both your hands find purchase against the dark denim that still covers half his thighs. The muscles dance under your touch, ruining the cotton between your legs even more. He was getting close.

Steve thinks he might be meeting god tonight when you somehow take him deeper, your nose to hitting the rough patch of hair that frames his base. Your tongue works overtime to cover every inch of him you can reach. Breathing through your nose, you start a slow bob up and down his length, only releasing him half way before sucking him right back into the tight heat of our mouth.

You can’t smell the cigarette anymore and it makes you wonder if it was enough for him to put it out.

The saltiness of his precum hits your tongue, and you start to feel like you’ve won, especially when you reach down to massage his balls. One large hand hitting the mattress in response, your name coming out in a mixture of bliss and agony with a buck of his hips.

“Y-you’re so good to me, I don’t wanna be the only one that gets to cum baby.” He sounds the sweetest he’s been all night, and you almost fall for it until the toe of his boot returns with pointed pressure against your bundle of nerves.

You moan loudly, almost letting him slip from between your lips when he keeps it there. He holds it, daring to apply even more pressure till your resistance gives and your hips start rolling against him. The drag against your clit is electric, and the dirtiness of it all has you the wettest you’ve ever been. Saliva drips down his cock as everything starts getting messier. Both of you getting closer.

Tears prick at the corners of your closed eyes, and he can feel the way your body shudders at the new sensation. You whimper around him when he starts kicking his boot up to meet each of your short thrusts. His own hips create a pace that has his eyes threatening to roll back, but he’s trying to take a mental picture of how you look right now.

“Needy girl just wanted my boot huh?” The smugness from before returns when he notices how you stop fighting for control. All your shame is gone while your body chases your impending orgasm. Too wrapped up in how good it feels to fight anymore, you whimper when the rubber of his sole rubs your clit just right.

“You gonna swallow what I give you while you make a mess all over my boot?” His words only spur you on more, your grinding picking up more speed. “You gonna be good?”

You nod hollowing your cheeks, finding the focus to open up your throat even more to take him to the hilt while the beginnings of your release start to wash over you in waves. You palm at his sensitive balls begging him for his.

“God, angel. I’m gonna fuckin cum watching you like this. Fuck- such a fuckin’ dirty girl. Cover my boot, I wanna walk back down stairs with it shinin’.”

He’s a babbling mess, the blunt ends of his nails scratching into your scalp when you feel him twitch against your tongue. Your body shakes as the coil inside you snaps at the same time he starts spilling white hot against the back of your throat. You try to swallow as much of it as you can while it drowns out your moans, but it’s too much and it comes sputtering out the sides of your mouth.

It dribbles down your chin when you finally release him, your eyes daring to meet his. The mossy green of them is back, his expression no longer hard but soft and exhausted. A lazy satisfied grin spreads across his face, as he runs a hand through his hair putting the fly away back into place.

The pad of his thumb swipes at what you missed before he brings it up to your lips.

“Thank you baby.” His pearly whites show in a devastating smile when you do as he asks with tear stained cheeks, your wollen lips wrapping around him to suck him clean.

You looked so pretty like this.

#my writing #whatta man #whatta man blurbs #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington

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rowretro · 2 months

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Yandere Sunghoon ex plss

✧warnings: yandere/toxic themes, violence, death, forceful kissing, blood

♡synopsis: Park Sunghoon is y/n’s ex boyfriend. People assumed that you were at fault given how seemingly perfect he is, he’s good at everything he does, and he’s extremely handsome who wouldn’t fall for Sunghoon. It was a shame really, you loved him and he loves you too… maybe a little too much…

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1 year of dating and y/n broke it off just like that. It’s only been a week and people have already spread all kinds of rumors as to what could’ve happened. Perhaps Sunghoon realized Y/n wasn’t all that some’d say, maybe y/n herself cheated on him. Whatever the rumor was, it was always putting you in a bad light. If only they knew why you broke up with him, if only they knew Sunghoon for who he truly was.

Not even the law itself cared for Sunghoon’s crimes.Y/n had walked into him hiding one of his crimes very well. Taehyun, who had asked her out quite recently, not even bothered by the fact you were dating Sunghoon at the time, was lying there cold and bloody. Sunghoon, dragging his body into the deep ditch. “This is nothing babe… he had no life anyway, no siblings, neglecting parents, and he was in a street gang…” he simply said as he dumped the somewhat damp soil on the man’s body, the ditch gradually filling up.

Not even the police cared to take the case, why would they when the Park Sunghoon is the culprit. So she broke up with him. After a tense argument with him Sunghoon left the building to cool off, that’s when she decided it was best to leave. Most of her stuff was already at her old apartment, she simply breached his security system and left leaving a note saying that she’s breaking up with him.

Only been a week since then, just y/n and her thoughts alone in the cozy little apartment. She felt a little fear, wondering if he might kill her, or kidnap her, or do one of the most dark, sinister things she could never be able to think of. A little heartbroken because she loved him and he’s all she could ever ask for. She just wanted to move on though it was easier said than done. Heaving a sigh, y/n made her way to the kitchen, pouring some hot water into a pan, and boiling some ready-made tapioca pearls.

The girl cleaned up the house a little before adding a little sugar to her now- ready tapioca pearls, using a spoon to dig right into it. As she took a bite out of her little sweet snack, she heard the doorbell suddenly ring, making her flinch. She wasn’t expecting any visitors… Sunghoon on the other hand, was still looking for her while remaining under the radar. Then it hit him, he had the perfect item to bring her back…She was hesitant, her hand on the door handle, a frying pan in the other, she peeked through the small gap as she opened the door. She opened it widely, a smile painting her face when her eyes laid upon the male at her door. “Jay!” she exclaimed as he smiled, hugging her.

“Y/n~ long time no see huh, what brings you back home?” he enquired as Y/n sighed. “I broke up with my boyfriend so I moved back home” she said as Jay nodded.The two conversed for over an hour before leaving the building in his car, the two driving to one of her favorite restaurants. “Jay- isn’t that the road?...” Y/n asked as Jay glanced at her in the mirror “Yeah, but I’m taking you to a different one, it’s way better” Jay reassured as she nodded, trusting his word. Then everything felt familiar… the road, the signs, the tattered billboard sign and that god forsaken house…

“Nice work Park Jongseong…” Sunghoon smirked his dark eyes now on you. How could he fucking betray her?! Park Jongseong? The Jay, your best friend for 5 years lead you back to her boyfriend’s hell. “Anything for you bro… also don’t forget mom’s birthday party” he simply said as he left the building. Of course. How did she miss it? They’re brothers. “Back home?... what is this about some break up sweetheart?... who talked you into it?...” Sunghoon asked as y/n just glared up at him.

“I fucking hate you.” she seethed through gritted teeth as he slapped her “No no silly… you don’t hate me… you love me. You love me like crazy but you just don’t know it yet” he explained in a sickeningly sweet tone that made her stomach feel like it was being squished in the claws of a demon. Sunghoon’s fingers softly threaded through her hair, his finger twirling a few strands of her dark hair.

“There’s something you need to learn sweetheart… you’re mine. That fucking means you’re stuck with me forever. We WILL date. We WILL get married and we WILL die together. So no we haven’t broken up we never will you FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!!!” he asked, yanking her hair painfully harshly all of a sudden. “Y-yes… I do…” she trailed off, hating every word that left her word. Hearing her words, the male planted his lips on her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, a hand still gripping at her hair as another snaked around her waist. She was stuck with him forever.

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