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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Robby Keene X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut!

You got me Hypnotized

You pace back and forth around your room nervously, you were finally going to meet your boyfriend Robby's dad; Johnny. Nervous didn't began to express how you felt, this was a huge thing for Robby and so it was to you too. You knew Robby and his dads past and you really wanted to make a good impression on Johnny.

Robby was laying on your bed, resting his back against the headboard while he tried to calm your nerves down. "Babe, he's going to love you. There's nothing to worry about" he said lovingly.

You stoped pacing around for a moment, his positive thoughts and words starting to get to you. Soon you began pacing again, now speaking your thoughts "but what if he doesn't like me? What do I wear? What do I say?" You started overthinking, this was such a big part of Robby's life and you didn't want to screw it up.

"Baby, calm down" Robby says getting up and walking over to you in comfort.

He lifts your chin up with his ring covered fingers bringing you to look into his striking eyes, "he's going to love you... and if he doesn't I'll personally karate chop him" He laughs, his smile lighting up your mood as his apparent dimples show through.

You sigh defeated as a laugh slips past your plump lips, this causing Robby to glance down at your lips while wrapping his arm around your waist.

"I guess you're right" You hum, moving to lay your head on his chest; hearing his soft heart beat while you do so.

"I'm always right" He jokes, causing you to laugh against his shirt covered chest.

He places his hand against your head, gently rubbing his fingers through your soft locks, causing you to sigh in comfort as your eyes start to get heavy.

"And don't worry about what to wear, i'll help you pick something out okay?" He agrees as you softly nod still resting your head against his chest, he begins to sway you both back and forth humming a gentle song.

"As far as I know we'll just be going out to diner, so everything will be fine" Robby comforts as you lift your head from his chest looking up at him, a sly smirk forms across his lips almost as if he had something planned for today.

"What's that smirk for?" You ask suspiciously, causing Robby to look at you.

"No reason" He replies as a mischievous look flows through his eyes.

You hum suspiciously but nonetheless you back down, thinking nothing of it as you get out of Robby's grasp. "So are you going to help me pick out an outfit for tonight or what?" You playfully tease as Robby continues to smirk.

"Alright, what are your first top options?" He questions crossing his arms as you rush over to your closet opening the double doors.

"We have this pair of pants with this top, this dress, or this jacket" You say picking out your top two favorite options.

Robby looks at them for a second before something catches his eyes in your closet, he smirks before walking over to it and placing it on your bed "this is the one" He smiles, obviously hiding something.

He walks into the bathroom to allow your privacy with changing while you look down at the outfit he had picked for you. It was a black pencil skirt and a white tank top with a sheer covering as the cover up.

You tilt your head, impressed with his picking as you began to get changed, you speak up letting Robby know he could come out.

He opens the door and leans on the frame, "well you look beautiful" He compliments causing your cheeks to heat up the shade of scarlet.

You shyly smile as Robby walks over, already dressed in his outfit when he got here. "Come on beautiful, let's go" He takes your hand, letting you slip on your shoes before grabbing your keys and leading you both out to your car.

A few moments you arrive at your designated destination, it was a beautiful Italian restaurant a little outside of reseda. Robby walks over to your door and leads you over to the front entrance telling the young lady that you had a reservation with Lawrence.

They escorted you to your table and placed a couple menus in designated seats, a few seconds later Johnny walked in with a kind smile and nervous fidgets as he was placed at your table.

You offered him a kind smile as the waitress placed your drinks on the table "so I'm assuming you're the famous Y/n?" Johnny kindly asks as you lend him a eye catching smile.

"Yes, i am. It's so nice to finally meet you Mr. Lawrence" You kindly say as Robby sends you a reassuring smile.

"The pleasure is all mine Y/n, and please call me Johnny. I'm not that old" He jokes with a chuckle causing you and Robby to let out a little laugh yourselves.

About half an hour rolled around of just endless amount of talking, eating, and just having fun. Soon you feel a warm hand against your thigh, the cold metal of Robby's rings causing you to gasp. Catching Johnny's attention "are you okay Y/n?" He questions obviously worried for his future daughter in law.

You quickly get ahold of yourself "O-oh yeah! I just have a slight cold is all, I'm okay" You smile reassuringly as you glance at Robby, that same mischievous smirk on his lips.

Johnny nods his head understandingly as he goes back to eating and starting up a conversation with Robby. Soon Robby's hand got to the edge of your underwear, causing you to suck in a breath as you took a bite of your food to cover the slip up.

You turned to look at Robby to see him calmly caring on a conversation with his dad while he was fixing to finger fuck you under the table.

You started to get oddly aroused by the fact that you could get caught in this position, causing you to become very soaked the more you thought about.

Soon you feel Robby's two fingers slip inside of you, not even giving you time to think as you lounged back in the chair, he was being very discrete with manipulating the sounds causing your eyes to slightly roll back at his skilled fingers.

As observant as Johnny can be sometimes he didn't suspect anything not once, the situation was making you very touch aroused and almost on the edge of cumming with the burning knot in the pit of your stomach.

Soon you felt the tip of his ring hit your insides as his finger brushed against your g-spot causing your body to jerk slightly against his hand though you kept your noises at bay.

Luckily Robby felt the jerk from his hands as he kept Johnny's attention on him, "so Y/n, are you interested in any martial arts per say... karate?" He asks slyly as his attention turns to you.

You quickly compose yourself "yes actually, I have. Sometimes Robby will teach me certain things and it makes me want to start learning" You smile, slowly grinding your hips against Robby's fingers also getting Johnny's attention to turn back to Robby's.

"Oh? Is that so Robby?" Johnny asks impressed as Robby's fingers increase in speed, hitting your g-spot right on a couple times causing you to slip up a moan quickly turning it into a groan of pain as you fake bitting your tongue.

Johnny thought nothing of it as he continue to spark up conversations between you two, soon your high was bulging through so you tap Robby's thigh as a sign letting him know which only makes him go harder, also adding a third finger causing you to cum on his fingers with a slight whimper under your breath, only Robby could hear causing him to let out a satisfied smirk.

Johnny soon turns too grab a waiters attention for the bill and while he does that Robby slips his hand from underneath your skirt and starts sucking on them with a moan at the taste pretending it was from the food when Johnny turned back around. Your jaw almost dropped to the floor when he did that, also sending a sly smirk your way.

Johnny quickly pays the bill for you and leads you outside to where your cars sit, "It was lovely meeting you Y/n, I'm glad my son has finally found the one" He smiles kindly giving you a loving father hug as he does to Robby.

"Thank you Johnny, it was amazing meeting you as well!" You smile kindly as he gets in his firebird.

You and Robby rush back to your car, you slip inside the passengers side putting your hands over your face "I cannot believe you just did that Robby" You start laughing as you try to calm your racing heart down.

Robby lets out a chuckle as he begins to drive back to yours, arriving in only five minutes. You both soon enter in your house, your parents being gone with the LaRussos due to work.

You and Robby walk upstairs, you flip on your bed as Robby does the same, pressing his lips against yours in a lustful kiss until his phone starts ringing. Pulling away from the kiss with a groan Robby looks at the caller ID to see it was Johnny.

"Hey dad" Robby mumbled slightly as they start their conversation.

Soon a mischievous thought pops into your head as a revenge plan to get Robby back from fingering you whilst at the same dinner table as Johnny.

Robby had walked over to your desk to sit in your office chair, spinning around while he and Johnny continue on talking, smirking slightly you get off of your bed and walk over to Robby, once he spins to where he can see you, you put your hands on the arm rest and stop the chair.

Robby looks at you confused as you slowly get onto your knees, his eyes widening when he realizes what you're going to do, though not apposed to the idea.

You start unbuttoning his jeans before unzipping them and sliding them off his legs. By the time you had slipped off his pants he was already hard from the position you were in, though you gently cupped his bulge before slipping his boxers off letting his cock slip out lightly hitting his v-line.

He lets out a slight his from the cold air as his hip push upwards, you smirk as you slowly start jerking his length in your hands, getting him warmed up.

You lean down and lightly swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, running it upwards along his slit causing his hips to buckle and him letting out a strained stutter in the middle of his sentence.

Speeding up your pace you bob half of your head down his length, tightening your lips around his pulsating cock while teasingly stroking the other half of his cock.

Robby's head almost falls back as he grips his phone harder trying to keep a steady conversation with his dad. You began swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock again, but lazily this time with slipping more of his cock in your mouth.

Robby has enough of you not taking him all the way so he moves your hair out of your face, wrapping it around his hand and pushes you all the way down on his cock, you lightly moan at his dominance sending vibrations through his length causing him to grit his teeth and let his head fall back.

He continues to push your head down balls deep down his cock, Johnny must've asked him if he was alright because he responded with a strained answer.

"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine dad" He roughly bites his bottom lip, pushing your head down more causing you to tighten your lips around his thick cock.

Soon Robby ends the call, throwing his phone on your bed as he tries to catch his breath. "Look at you, such a filthy slut... sucking me off.. while I talk to my dad. You really like my cock don't you?" He runs his tongue over his teeth, with a mischievous smile.

You can't help but whimper as you continue to take more of his length, Robby raises his eyebrow at this "oh you like that don't you?" He smirks pushing your head further down.

Just as he was about to climax you pull away from his cock, causing his hips to stutter and his hands to dig into the armrest of the chair.

He groans looking up at you with a slight lusty glare as you did not let him finish. You smirk almost evilly as Robby roughly grabs your chin pulling you closer to him.

"You know y/n, I'm gonna make you pay for that" He replies to your smirk, causing you to gulp slightly from being so turned on.

"Then make me..." You purr out.

Robby's stands up grabbing you by your thighs letting your legs wrap around his waist, his once again hardened cock resting in between your thighs the only thing separating you two is the thin piece of fabric.

Roughly placing you on the bed he presses his lips against your as his right hand goes under your skirt, moving your underwear to the side causing you to let out a low moan when he slips a finger into your dripping core.

He doesn't give you time to process as he adds two more fingers causing you to breath the kiss panting for air as Robby leans his head on yours, watching you with his fiery eyes.

He pulls his fingers out and begins rubbing his middle finger around your clit, "Robby..." You whimper aloud, spreading your legs wider for him.

"No cumming, pretty girl" He smirks as he feels you clench around his fingers, getting close to your high.

Your once lidded eyes widen as you feel the burning pit in your stomach, "but- Robby I- can't hold it" You whimper desperately, grinding your hips so you could try and orgasm faster.

Just when you think you got through to him as he speeded up his actions, he removes his fingers literally one second before you could cum, causing your whole body to jerk and your legs to try and close.

"Robby please.." You let out another desperate cry as he begins pulling off your shirt, along with your skirt before discarding of them.

Eagerness took over you as you quickly unclasp your bra and pull down your soaked underwear, "someone's eager" Robby smirks as you began pulling his shirt off.

"Shut up and fuck me" Ending your demand with a desperate whimper.

"Be patient pretty girl, we have time" Robby runs his finger down the valley of your breasts, the coldness of his metal rings causing you to get goosebumps.

Leaning down he takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue as he roughly squeezes the other, his hardened cock resting in the middle of your soaked pussy.

Finally giving in to what you both want he slowly slides the tip of his cock in your entrance, looking up to meet your eyes "is this okay?" He whimpers out, whilst you nod eagerly.

Finally bottoming out he slips his whole length into your pussy, leaning upwards he grabs ahold of your legs and spreads them wider as he begins to fuck you into missionary.

He watches as you start moaning, your boobs bounce up and down with each individual thrust, you hold your legs up while he holds onto your knees for support so he won’t thrust sloppily.

"What a sight to see pretty girl" Robby smirks as his head falls back once you tighten your walls around his cock.

You let out pathetic whimpers as your eyes roll into the back of your head, arching your back you start groping yourself while Robby watches as his cock slips further inside of you only to hit your g-spot after every thrust.

Him hitting your g-spot causes you to whine, harshly gripping onto your boobs Robby smirks "found it" He groans as he feels your pussy slowly bringing him closer to the edge.

"Faster p-please" You weakly moan out as you harshly wrap your legs around his waist causing him to hit a much deeper place inside you.

Your hands grip the bed sheets as your back arches, pushing your breasts into range as Robby grips onto one for support.

"Robby Im close!" You whimper out squeezing the bedsheets firmer.

This action causes Robby to snap his head up and grab ahold of your chin, leaning down to stare you in your eyes. He manages to deepen his thrusts by the different angle "look at me when you cum" He demands, feeling himself come closer to the edge as well.

You practically melt at his actions as you continue to look up at him lovingly as his cock starts hitting your g-spot straight on causing that burn in the pit of your stomach to only increase more, now feeling like fire as he kept speeding up and slowing down every now and then.

You keep your eyes from rolling back to keep a steady stare down with Robby as that knot breaks in your stomach causing you to clench around Robby, cumming all over his cock; some leaking down your thighs and onto Robby’s v-line. Just then you realized that you just squirted.

You were so dazed into your orgasm that you didn’t care as he tried his best to ride out your orgasm, fixing to pull out "wait no cum in me Robby… please" You nod, letting him know you were still on the pill.

Robby whimpers at this as his hips stutter, finally releasing into you. His hot cum shooting inside you, some filling you up to much as it spilled out of your pussy.

You both take a few breaths as Robby slowly pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs. Just then you look at Robby. His whole stomach and cock was drenched with your cum from where you squirted so hard.

Your cheeks flush from embarrassment, "oh god Robby I’m sorry" You say guiltily.

Robby chuckles "babe, I just made you squirt for the first time. That was so hot" He smirks as he leans down to press a fluttering kiss to your lips.

You smile as he picks you up bridal style caring you both to your bathroom, filling up the tub with water. He places you into the warm water letting you sit on his lap as he rested his chin on your head.

"I love you"

That was the first time he said I love you.

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This was requested by @peachymelon69

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ppersonna · 4 years

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right here - jjk | m

↳ summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 1.6k

↳ genre- REQUEST, smut

↳ warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that there’s bare minimum plot lol

↳ a/n- here’s my first drabble request for jk! i’m excited to give cherry koo his time to shine. i’ll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too. thanks to @ladyartemesia and @taetaewonderland and @chimoona and @sombreboy for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol

This request was “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Jungkook stares at you as if you’re his last meal, and he’s a prisoner on death row.

It’s shameless the way he ogles you. He doesn’t even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship. You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun.

“Jungkook,” you murmur quietly. “You’re staring.”

It shakes him out of the daze your body put him in—the spell he always falls under when he gets a look at you in the tiny bikini you wear when you want to avoid unsightly tan lines.

“Was I?” He asks as he licks his lips and takes a sip of his beer.

You smirk fondly and continue reading your book. Jungkook doesn't stop staring. His eyes rest on your chest, watching the way your breasts lift and fall with each breath. You can tell he’s getting worked up now by the way his thighs tense as he tries to control himself.

A delicious thought crosses your mind and it makes you smirk.

“Hey,” you speak as you turn on the lounge bed towards your stomach, exposing your backside to the hot sun. “Could you help me lotion up my back? I don’t want to burn.”

Jungkook stills for a moment, visibly swallowing. You idly wonder if teasing your best friend and fuck buddy like this is going too far. But, he did mention something about seeing a girl named Jessica next week when you get home from vacation and maybe it’s best if you remind him just what he’d miss out on. You couldn’t help the jealousy building inside of you at the idea of Jungkook with another woman.

“Alright,” he says after a moment of consideration.

He sets his cold beer on the deck and stands, adjusting his tight swim shorts as he does so. You can’t help but grin, knowing he needs his adjustments due to the precarious situation you’ve put him in.

He locates the white bottle of sunscreen lotion and squirts a hefty amount into his palms and rubs them together, before kneeling over your body. Each knee brackets your body and he hovers over your ass, swim bottoms exposing clefts of your lower cheeks. You can feel the way his knees tighten around you, hold you tighter.

The lotion is cold as he places his hands on you, rubbing small circles on your lower back and working his way upwards, ensuring the white cream is thoroughly blended into your smooth skin.

“Shit,” he murmurs as he caresses you. The skin of your body drives him crazy. You feel like silk and he wants to run his hands all over you. Both hands work eagerly now, no longer focused on the sunscreen and instead on the way your skin feels under his touch.

“You okay?” You ask coyly, turning your head towards the cherry-headed boy above you.

“Fucking tease.”

You stifle a laugh with your hand and wiggle your hips gently.

“You caught on quick.”

Jungkook grunts as his hands tug at your bikini bottoms, snapping the elastic against your skin.

“I could just pull these to the side,” he muses as his hand trails hot on your covered ass. “No one would even notice.”

You bite your lip as the fire within you roars to life. His hand slides down to the exposed skin your bottoms don’t cover, the cheeky globes tempting him to expose more.

“I could just fuck you right here.”

You chance a glance around you, noticing the upper deck of the ship you’re on is still deserted save for an old couple far on the other side.

Jungkook notices your glances and chuckles.

“You actually want that, don’t you?” He asks, tugging the fabric that covers your core to the side. “Little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

He exposes your pussy to the open air of the ship and you can feel the slight breeze that accompanies the heat of the summer sun.

“Kook,” you whine as your stomach tightens. You can feel him push it even further, exposing the lips of your cunt to anyone who walks by.

He grabs your hips and lifts slightly, stuffing the towel underneath you in a ball to elevate your hips permanently.

“Gonna fuck you right here,” he states as he unties the string of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to allow his cock freedom.

You can’t help but stare at the way he grips his length, stroking gently as he lets his eyes wash in the sight of your silken folds.

He releases his length to tease a finger at the slit, then pushes inside you fully with the digit.

“Wet already? Are you that excited at the idea of me taking you right here? Letting me fuck you stupid on the deck?” He smirks as he speaks and spears in another finger, dragging a quiet moan from your lips.

He scissors you apart and watches as you gasp for air, hands gripping the warm plastic of your lounge chair. Jungkook’s fingers feel so hot, so thick inside you.

Once he deems you satisfactory, he pulls from within you and smears the slick from his hands on to his cock.

“Mm,” he sighs as he pumps himself, head tilting back in pleasure. “You ready, baby?”

You nod quickly, hips elevated and pussy dripping in anticipation. Birds chirp over heard and you can hear the dull sounds of people around on the ship, and the crashing sounds of the waves hitting against it as it plows through the ocean.

“Shit, this is so hot,” he groans as he rubs the head of his cock against the slick folds he just exited moments before. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

Jungkook looks proud at your desperation and hisses as he pushes himself inside the scorching heat of your cunt.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he bottoms out. Your brain short circuits, only capable of thinking about Jungkook and the way his length stretches you open and feels like fucking heaven. His cock is sun-warned and he smells like sweat and coconut sunscreen.

“You’re so hot,” he grunts as he begins to pull his length out. He marvels at the way his cock shines with your slick arousal, before he pushes back in and groans at the sound of the wetness squelching with his thrusts.

“Fuck me hard, please,” you beg. Your voice is broken, needy and you’re desperate for him to move faster.

“As you wish,” he sighs as he sets a pace. He whines as your back arches and he takes the opportunity to grab a bunch of your hair and tug your head back.

“Look at you taking my cock right here,” he murmurs. “Naughty girl getting fucked for anyone to see.”

You keen at the feeling of pain at his grip on your hair, and it makes your eyes wide as you gasp for air.

He keeps going, pistoning his hips and watches as your ass bounces with each thrust. He can’t wait to fuck you again and again in the privacy of your cabin, so he can watch your tits bounce in his face. But he loves the exhibitionism of taking you here, hot cunt exposed to anyone who happens to walk by.

He can feel himself coming close to the end, balls tightening in anticipation. It’s the thrill and rush of being caught that spurs him closer and closer, and the sounds of your delicious squeaks and whines for more.

“You want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum so hard the whole ship knows how well I fuck you?” He asked as he increases his speed and lets go of your hair, opting to grip your hips with both hands. “Let everyone know, baby.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as the knot in your stomach pulls so tight until it snaps, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock and gripping him tight. It makes him gasp as you moan—body milking him for his own release.

“Shit, look at you getting my cock so fucking creamy,” he bites his lip as his length gathers your juicy finish, painting his whole cock white.

The final spasms of your pussy sends him reeling and he groans as he feels the pulses of hot cum pump out of him and fills you up. Your breathy moans quicken as you feel him empty himself inside you. You can’t catch your breath, over-exerted from the high of your orgasm catching you off guard.

Jungkook stills as he lets himself come down from bliss, before he gently pulls out of your spent hole.

“Oh shit,” he groans as he watches his cum trail out with him. He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, causing you to squeak at the sensitivity.

“Let’s go back to the room,” he demands as he moves your bottoms to cover your cunt once more. “Keep it all in there and I’ll eat it out of you.”

You jump up and nearly spill his beer as he adjusts himself back into his shorts. You’re grabbing your things and Jungkook snorts a laugh.

“Shut up,” you pout. “Let’s go.”

You grab his hand and drag him off the deck and towards the hallway of rooms that leads to yours.

Jungkook smiles and stares at you, soaking in your tanned skin and messy hair from his grasp.

He definitely knows he won’t be able to stop staring any time soon—and he doesn’t think he wants to either.

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mackeydoodledoo · 3 years

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Like Old Times

Pairing: (Lifeguard)Bela Dimitrescu x (SurferFem)Reader

Summary: Your lifeguard girlfriend talks you into entering a surfing tournament that’s being held at your local beach. However, Bela meets a familiar face that comes to compete.

Warnings: Cheating, Couple Argument, Breakup, Depression

A/n: So I didn't expect this to become a series l. I thought it was gonna be a one-shot. But enjoy! Also, I couldn’t choose between these two songs. So you readers may pick either “Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride” - Lilo and Stitch or “You get what you Give” - New Radicals to listen to when Y/n and Jeane hit the Sunsetting Tides after the first day of the Surfing Tournament!

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You sit down with your knees huddled against your upper body. Even though you were the one who emerged victorious in the first round of the Surf Tournament, your girlfriend decided to comfort her ex as she felt bad for him despite being proud of you. She also believed him when he told her that he had become better and that he wanted to make up for lost time with her. You reluctantly let her go as you didn't want her to see you becoming jealous.

"My question is Y/n/n," Jeane sits next to you, "How you let her go off with her ex.."

"I didn't want her to see how jealous I was getting," you sigh, "I just- don’t want to talk about it... So, shouldn't your boyfriend be here to root you on?"

"Actually," Jeane's voice trails off, pulling out her phone

She holds the phone in your face and you squeal of excitement. However, she shushes you before you even raised your voice.

"Since when did this happen?!" You ask, trying to keep your voice down low

"Right before I went off to the competition the other night," she smiles

"That ring is so pretty though," You compliment the engagement ring, "Definitely you."

Jeane chuckles and gives you a hug.

“I need a favor Y/n,” Jeane says

You pull away to look at her, “What’s the favor?”

“I need you to be my Maid of Honor,” She requests

Your mouth hangs agape, “W-what?”

“Be my maid of honor,” She begins smiling

You smile as you jump into her arms, engulfing her into a hug.

“Shouldn’t you be asking your sister?” You ask her

“I did,” Jeane answers you, “She isn’t able to come back home before the wedding day. That is why I’m asking you.”

“I will be more than happy to be your maid of honor,” You smile before engulfing each other in a hug

“I also need you to walk me down the isle,” She asks once more

You knew that she barely had family that was still around. Or even ones who were; she didn’t choose any of them. She asks you. Her best friend and basically little sister that she never had.

“Oh I’m more than happy to do that too,” You smile

“By the way,” Jeane adds, “Your girlfriend is invited as your guest.”

From afar, Bela watches you embrace your best friend; unbeknownst to her of the conversation you just had.

"Do you know what'll make you feel better?" Jeane asks you, still embracing you

"What?" You ask

"Getting our asses back in the water," she says, pulling away to look at you, "Tides are still high and its the end of the day."

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better or are you just saying that because you really want to go surfing with me again?" You ask her, suspiciously but smiling at her

"...Yes" She smiles, cracking into a laugh

You couldn't help but crack a laugh as well. You stand up, and help Jeane up off the chair. The both of you head over to the lifeguard post to grab your respective surfboards. However you make the mistake of looking up and seeing Bela smiling with her ex. She looks down at you and she smiles and waves. However, you subtlety scoff at her and turn to walk next to Jeane, heading towards the ocean. However, your reactive changed Bela's expression to cheerfulness, to confusion and slight sadness.

“Hey you paying attention?” Billy asks

Bela shakes off her staring a you and sighs, but tries to pull it off but smile, “Yeah sorry.”

“So, as I was saying-” Billy continues to drift on

Bela just drifts her head to you and Jeane; jealous and upset you didn’t offer her to surf with you instead.

When you and Jennie pass she very shallow shore, the both of you lie on your stomachs and begin paddling towards a deeper part of the ocean.

"Lets see how much you remember in surfing rookie," Jeane jokes

"No please," You joke back, "Age before beauty grandma!"

“Oh it’s on!” Jeane laughs, acting all competitive

Jeane had some surfing competing and some wins in her books. Whereas you, you had watched her from the shoreline, hoping to be like her one day. However, Jennie had moved across the country for her new job after graduating college.

“Go ahead of me!” You smile

“Like old times?” Jeane asks you

“Like old times,” You repeat her question but in an answer format

Like twins, the both of you face parallel along the wave and begin standing onto your surfboards. You watch as Jennie begins surfing ahead of you. As the wave began getting slightly smaller the further you were slightly behind Jeane, you crouch down on your board and look over to the rising water of the wave. Slowly, you reached your hand out and let it skid across the rising water like a flat stone skipping across the water.

“Oh how I’ve missed surfing with you Y/n!” Jeane smiles

You pull ahead in front of Jeane and you smile as you turn around to see her with a surprised face. You jokingly shrug her off and continue surfing. You tilt slightly to your right and do the exact same maneuver you had done earlier in the day to catch Holmes off guard.

“You show off!” Jeane sighs and shakes her head, breaking into a laugh

“Oh the things I’ve learned while you have been away my gal!” You smile as you land in front of her

You watch Jeane swoop down below and cut in front of you. You try and do the same but her speed continued to increase. However, the wave began breaking, making you swing right out of the wave before it caved.

“Jeane!” You called out to her

You sigh in relief when you see her on the other side of the wave.

“Yo! Y/n Let’s try and ride on top of the next one!” Jennie yells to you, exiting the wave tunnel

You follow suit, maneuvering right out of the wave right before it crashed on the shallow shoreline. You manage to catch up with Jennie before paddling off to the next incoming wave.

“Bels? Bels are you even listening?” her ex asks

Bela’s POV

As her ex drifts onto his story, Bela turns her head and watches you have the time of your life with Jennie.

“Oh sorry,” She sighs

“You okay?” He asks, placing his hands on her upper arms

She steps away form him, he immediately puts his hands back down on his sides.

“Sorry,” He says, looking into another direction

“I’m gonna go,” She says

She immediately power walks away from him and into your direction but stopping at the shoreline.

“And he just fell as soon as he stood up?” You ask, trying to contain your laughter, “My goodness your stories never get old. Hey that diner is still around do you want to go there after? Catch up outside of surfing?”

Y/n’s POV

You and Jeane begin emerging from the ocean and continue laughing with her story of how she tried getting her then boyfriend (Now fiancée) to go surfing with her.

“I’d like to!” Jennie says before looking over to the approaching Bela, “Hey! Ms. I snatched the hottest surfer on the beach! You want to join us for dinner? Did Y/n ever take you to the diner? They may have greasy ass food but their fries never disappoint!”

“Actually...” Bela sighs, “I’m going to call it a day...”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” She sighs, stepping back from your gentle touch, “I’m just tired...”

“Hey, you okay Kaipo?” You ask, walking up to her and gently placing your hand on her arm

[Kaipo (KIE-Poh) means “Darling” in Hawaiian]

“Do you want me to drive you home?” You ask her, trying to comfort her in the best way possible

“Oh no- I wouldn’t want to interrupt your quality time with Jennie... I’ll... I’ll just ask my ex if he can take me... See you tomorrow Draga Mea,” She says, trudging off to the lifeguard post

“Did she just say her ex?” You ask Jennie, “I kind of zoned out when I was looking at her...

“Listen, if you trust Bela, just let her be,” Jennie says, placing her hand on your shoulder to keep you from going to Bela

“I do trust her it’s just... She looked so happy when she began talking with her ex...” You sigh, “And-and...”

“You feel threatened,” Jennie concludes

You nod.

“Like I said, if you really trust her, let her go,” She says, “Let’s get out of here.”

You and Jennie head over to the local diner that overlooked the ocean. Even though you were happy that Jennie was back. Even if it was for the competition, you’d be seeing her again for her wedding.

“Have you figured out where you were going to have the wedding?” You ask, sipping your glass of water

“Here, on the beach,” She smiles

“Classic,” You smile

Your smile drops when you hear your phone vibrate on the table. However, as soon as you pick it up and turn it on; it wasn’t from Bela.

“Dude, call her and check on her if you need to,” Jeane suggests

“You sure?” You ask, looking for reassurance in Jeanes expression.

“Go you little lovebird,” She teases you

You smile and mouth ‘thanks’ before heading to the entrance of the diner, unlocking your phone and pressing Bela’s speed dial number. You pace around the parking lot, listening to the phone ring.

“Come on Bels... Pick up... Pick up...” You mumble to yourself

You growl when it goes to voicemail. You call her several more times before finally giving up.

“Bela babe it’s me... I want to just make sure you’re okay...” You say before hanging up your phone

Jeane looks up when she hears the bell on the door rings. But her expression drops when you slump into your seat.

“Let me guess- she didn’t pick up?” Jeane sighs

You nod, “I don’t get it... She always picks up...”

“Listen kid,” Jeane starts, “Why don’t you go check on her after this? If you’re so worried.”

You nod but try to put on a smile for Jeane. However, Jeane knew you better. She was able to tell when you’re faking it.

“I’ll cover the bill Y/n,” Jeane blurts out, making you look up

“Are-are you sure?” You ask

She smiles and nods while gesturing you to the door, “Go get her.”

You vowed that you’d pay back Jeane for making her pay for you. Thus, you drive home however, some of the lights were off. You unlock the front door to your house and place your backpack next to the entry hall.

“Bela?” You call to the house

No response... You decide to check in your room.

“Bela?” You call again, opening the door

Your heart sinks when you realize the bed was how it was before you had left for the beach that morning. You rush back out to your car; half-assing the lock on your door just before you rushed back into your car and began making your way to Bela’s place.

I need to tell her what Jeane and I were talking about...

You arrive to Bela’s apartment a little further into town and you look up; Bela’s apartment balcony was visible to the front part of the building.

Her light’s on...

You immediately but calmly make your way up to Bela’s apartment. You and her had spare keys to each others’ places so you take out the one key that wasn’t attached to your jumble mess you call your wallet, car keys and house keys and unlock the door. You try to make your steps quiet just in case Bela was passed out on her bed. You reach for the doorknob and slowly turn the nob and slowly open the creaky door.

“B-Bela?....” your breathe hitches in your throat

She opens her eyes but they immediately widen as she sees your figure in the doorway. She shoves a more muscular arm away from her however it coils back around her body.

“Y-Y/n!” Bela tries to hide the biggest mistake she’s ever made, “It’s-it’s not what it looks like!”

But it was exactly what it looked like. You couldn’t move your legs as she tries to throw on her clothing.

“Baby,” A male voice wakes up

You immediately recognize the male face...

Billy Holmes... How the fuck did I guess?...

Finally gaining thoughts in your legs you turn your heel just as Bela was getting her shorts on. Regardless if you hear your name being called repeatedly and the footsteps behind you, you don’t turn back.

“Y/n Wait!” Bela manages to catch up with you before you got in your truck

“What Bela?!” You ask her, pissed off, “After me telling you that ‘You’re my Ohana’ you go any do this?!”

“I thought-I thought you were going to leave me for Jeane,” Bela confesses, “I saw the way you two were hugging earlier...”

“That? That? Jeane is getting married Bela!” You scream, not giving a shit who was listening

Bela just stands there, dumbfounded.

“She asked me to be her maid of honor and to walk her down the isle,” You begin explaining, “Because her sister isn’t able to be home on time for her wedding and majority of her family isn’t around anymore! She sees me as her little sister that she’s never had because she was the little sister! Jeane told me that you were invited as my guest... I was going to ask you after dinner with her but.... You can forget it. While you’re at it, forget about us.”

You plop the spare key she had given you back into her hands and you finally get into your car. You immediately beeline your car back to your house. Trying to keep your crying from coming out. You put Jeane’s speed dial in and your the ringing immediately pick up.

“My place,” You state, trying to hide the fact you were beginning to cry, “I’ll send you directions when I stop..”

“Are-are you crying Y/n?” Jeane asks

“I’ll explain later,” You choke on your sob

You hang up your phone and manage to park in the nearest lot. You stop your car and turn up your radio. You shove your face into your hands and begin sobbing, You let out a pained scream as you put your head onto your steering wheel. Remembering that you told Jeane that you’d text her your address, you had done just that and continued your way home with puffy eyes

You managed to make your way back to your place, but there was another car in your driveway; one you didn’t recognize.

“Jeane?” You pull up next to the car

“Y/n! Oh thank god!” Jeane sighs in relief

The both of you get out of your respective cars however, you fall onto your knees.

“Hey, Hey Y/n,” Jeane comes running in front of you, “Talk to me...”

You couldn’t even stop crying at that point...

Chapter 4

#resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #female reader #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela is my wife #house dimitrescu

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key201303 · 3 years

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Can you do Kiss 39 and Smut 38 for Ten please? :)

Heyyy!! Don’t really know if you wanted it to be smut because the prompts can be also be used with fluff and angsty genre but since the prompt is in the smut list I’ll make it smutty 😜 Hope you enjoy it! ❤

Word count: 553 words

Warnings: overstimulation, slight pleading kink

Pairing: softdom!Ten x fem!reader

Genre: smut, a bit of fluff at the end

Plot: You loved teasing Ten and loved even more when he pulled the limits of your patience. Tonight, after he arrived home after a long day of work, you’re ready to make him feel better.

“Fuck, you’re so damn tight and you’re taking me in so fucking well.” Ten’s voice sent chills down your spine. You wouldn’t have imagined 20 minutes ago you would have him pounding into you this soon. It has been a tough day for both of you and you knew how much he needed to release his overwhelming stress through a well deserved sex session. You didn’t know how or why you were so horny when he came back home, and you didn’t know how or why he was horny as well, the only thing you knew is that both of you needed this so much.

Soon, his thrusts became more and more deep and fast, drawing loud moans out of your throat, getting him harder if that was even possible. In no time he was hitting just the right spots inside of you and soon your walls started to get tighter around his length driving him crazy. “Just like that baby, tighten around me.” He whispered in your ear as he left a trail of wet kisses down your neck, trying his best to leave several marks that would be pretty hard to cover up tomorrow morning.

Some more minutes passed and his thrusts became more irregular as he threw his head back in pleasure as you gasped for air reaching your high. Both of you were filled up in pleasure and it was hard for you two to keep breathing. But it became even harder when he pulled out his length out of your pulsing and wet core and just when you whined because of how empty you suddenly felt and how sensitive you were, he dug one of his digits back inside your tight walls making you gasp. “P-please s-stop. I’m t-too sensitive.” You begged as loud moans kept falling from your mouth uncontrollably. An overwhelming pleasure invaded your body as you saw stars dancing before your eyelids when you shut your eyes closed in pleasure. “Just a bit more, you look so fucking beautiful like this.” He said, increasing the speed of his fingers inside your dripping core.

It was so hard for you to take more of it and soon, a few tears appeared in the corner of your eyes, completely undone and unable to resist more of this pleasure. The moment Ten saw your teary eyes, he slowly stopped his motions, a bit worried since he never saw you like this. “Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes filled up with concern. “I’m more than okay, that was amazing.” You answered, a wide yet tired smile appearing on your red lips. “Into overstimulation, huh?” He said with a wide smirk when he discovered your new kink he actually loved. “You did so well baby.” He praised you, leaning down to kiss away the remaining tears from the corner of your eyes. You couldn’t feel better. It didn’t matter if you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow or if you had to wear a scarf in the middle of June to cover up the love marks he left on your neck that were already turning into a beautiful purple tone. “Now come here, let me take care of you.” He said laying next to you and pulling you closer, like he tried to protect you from an inexistent danger.

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blazedgraysons · 4 years

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You’re in love with Grayson, and some days, you just have to let him know it.

A/N: Everyone thank Miss Ari for inspiring me to write this. This is also inspired by the lovely @punani and her fic “Sweet, St. Catherine” Everyone go give it a read if want to see this fic, but done better. 🤍

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: yeah this is pretty much only smut and Grayson being hot

Sometimes, you're just insatiable.

It wasn't like Grayson was doing anything that attractive. He was simply being himself, which if you're honest, is more than enough to turn you on sometimes. His smile is warm when he turns to check on you, noticing you've more than checked out of the current conversation.

It's a game night at a mutual friend's house, something that has become a weekly tradition during quarantine. Usually, you'd be able to hint to him what you want. A slight glance here, a lingering touch on his thigh, a subtle bite of the lip, and Grayson knows it's time to start saying goodbye. But with the two of you placed on opposing teams tonight, his competitiveness is coming through, and he's entirely focused on the game at hand.

The issue is he's close enough, but still too far away from you at this moment. He laughs at whatever joke that you missed and reaches up to stretch, unintentionally flexing as he does so. You bite your lip, watching him, wondering if his friends would mind you letting him blow your back out in the middle of the room.

"You okay? It's your turn." Your friend nudges your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. Grayson sends you a confused look, slightly concerned at how spaced out you seem.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just not really feeling," You look down at the game. "Monopoly?" You were pretty sure you were playing something else, too distracted by your boyfriend to realize what was even going on. You roll the dice and go back to boring holes into Grayson's head, hoping that he'll mentally pick up it's time to go home now.

Unfortunately, as incredible as he is, Grayson can be rather dense sometimes. It takes another 45 minutes until the game finally ends when he does come to check on you.

"You okay, angel? You seem out of it tonight." He sits next to you, leaning into you to whisper into your ear.

"Yeah. Just not really feeling game night anymore." You sigh longingly. You take this chance to fully appreciate Grayson. He's not even dressed that special, only in his Kids See Ghost sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. His beards grown in a bit and his signature chain is peeking through. His cologne is warm and expensive, and any chance of you calming down has flown out the window.

While Grayson can be oblivious sometimes, he's perceptive enough to pick up the change of tone and the very slow once-over you give him. You watch as his eyes darken, pupils almost immediately turning his eyes black.

"Yeah?" His voice has dropped an octave, and he's leaning even closer, pulling your legs over his. At this moment, you thank the universe for your friends being too occupied by another game to notice the intimate moment between the two of you. Any closer, and you would be completely sitting on his lap as he started to trace loose circles on your thigh.

"Yeah," You repeat. "Think I'm ready to go home." He kisses your temple lightly before pulling you up and announcing your departure. You duck your head a little, embarrassed by the way your friends yell and laugh about the obvious reason the two of you are leaving. Grayson, ever the man, just holds his head proud, not even trying to hide how he's half-hard. His hand is low on your back, and you could kill him at the not-so-subtle wink he throws Ethan on the way out.

"So, that was embarrassing." You grumble once you're finally in the car.

"Please, as if they didn't notice you practically eye-fucking me half the night." Your eyes widen, and you hit him on the arm.

"You saw me! Why didn't you do anything earlier?" Grayson moves his arm to avoid your assault, mumbling something about how he's still driving.

"Angel, it was funny. Besides, it's hot when you get all needy like that." He moves your hand to your leg once you finally stop hitting him, rubbing up and down in hopes to get you to forgive him.

"I hate you." You cross your arms, ignoring the way his hand is slowly moving up your thigh.

"You sure about that?" With that, his hand disappears underneath your dress, immediately zeroing in on your clit and rubbing small circles over your underwear. Your legs open instantly, and already your whining softly.

"Gray." You whimper, want replacing whatever irritation you were feeling. His touch is light, teasing you just enough to want more but not enough for you to really feel anything due to the cotton fabric in the way. "More, please." You plead. Something, anything would be better than the feather-light touches he's currently giving you. Luckily, Grayson's just as needy and slips his hand underneath your waistband.

"God, how are you so wet already." He groans, circling some of your slick before inserting a finger slowly. Two loud thumps are heard as both of you lean your heads back.

"Gray, focus." You remind, jumping when the car swerves considerably to the left. You grip his hand to stop his pumping, and he finally refocuses, righting the car immediately.

He removes his finger, and both of you moan: you from the loss of contact and him from the shiny wetness left on his hand, almost seeming to glow in the moonlight. Your eyes widen, and another wave of arousal floods your center when he takes a long suck, cleaning off everything you left on his hand, eyes never leaving yours.

If it wasn't for the streetlights, you would've missed the way his intense stare darkens even more, and your chest tightens. You slightly whimper, and he takes a sharp inhale.

"Just wait until we get home."

If you thought the want you felt during game night was terrible, being in the car with Grayson was even worse. The air heavy with anticipation of the rest of the night, both of you taking long glances at the other, wanting to have each other then and there. A part of you was surprised that Grayson hadn't just pulled over for car sex. Still, you did pick up how his speed considerably increased and the low curses whenever he was stuck behind a slow driver.

It didn't take long after that, only ten minutes before you were pulling into the driveway. Both of you taking a moment, silently preparing yourself for whatever laid ahead.

"Ladies first," Grayson smirks, coming around to open your car door for you. He pulls you towards him, giving you a deep kiss while simultaneously trying to get you even closer. It's messy and desperate, teeth knocking into each other and tongues frantically colliding. You were almost positive that if you didn't stop this soon, Grayson would just take you on the hood of the car.

"Baby, the door." You suggest, not really in the mood for another complaint from your neighbors. He obliges, sucking hickeys onto your neck while walking you to the door.

It was safe to say you were distracted, more occupied with whatever Grayson was doing with your body than unlocking the door. It only took the third time of you dropping the keys before he chuckles,

"Need some help?" He takes the keys from you and unlocks the door before continuing to make out with you. It's dark, and your grateful for Grayson's sense of direction as he moves you back towards his room, stripping you of your dress along the way. You break the kiss, reaching around to pull off his hoodie, leaving a nice trail of clothes on the way back.

You're both panting heavily when you finally reach his bed, both only in your underwear. He looks down at you for a moment, uncertain of what he wants to do you first. You, however, had your mind made up from the moment that stupid game night began and sink to your knees.

You place an open mouth kiss on the wet spot forming on his briefs, slightly sucking on the tip of his erection. He groans somewhat, letting you indulge for a second. However, once your hands reach for his waistband, he pulls you back up and pushes you back onto the bed.

"What was it I said earlier, ladies first?" He has a shit-eating grin, and you roll your eyes at his childness. He starts to pull your underwear off, blowing soft air onto your clit and watching as you clench around nothing. He leaves soft kisses on your inner thigh, sucking dark bruises while you moan. You place a hand in his hair, hoping to guide him where you need him most.

"God, it's like heaven sent you to me." He whispers before finally diving in, giving your pussy a sloppy kiss. If you weren't overwhelmed by pleasure, your heart would melt. Forgoing any teasing, Grayson continues to make out with your lower half, desperate to get you to cum and slurping any wetness you leak out for him. He's hopeless for you, snaking one hand up to play with your nipple while the other starts rubbing circles onto your clit.

Already you know you're not going to last long, waves building in your stomach as you feel your orgasm slowly approaching. You start to subconsciously grind your hips into his mouth, moaning louder and louder before he leans back, removing both his hands and his mouth, leaving you to whine as whatever pleasure you were feeling die out. You take a long look at Grayson, almost crying at how wrecked he looks. His mouth is swollen, glistening with your juices, and his hair is sticking up from where you were raking your hands through it. His eyes are dark, and you watch as he slowly stares at the way your ch before looking at the ceiling, palming at his dick.

"Gray?" You ask, a little concerned, and leaning up to reach out for him. He lays a large hand against your stomach to push you back down.

"Just... just give me a second." He grits out, still not making eye contact with you and nostrils flaring. Any other time, you would probably oblige, giving him, however long he needed to calm down in order to continue. However, you've been waiting for hours to cum, and after feeling your orgasm so close, you were sure you would start crying if you didn't cum soon.

So you move a small hand down to your clit, and start circling softly. You begin leaking onto the mattress, wishing it was Grayson touching you instead. You swipe up some more of your wetness, inserting a finger and pumping slowly.

Grayson looks down at you, heart dropping when he sees you fingering yourself.

"Y/N." He says, warningly, not being able to tear his eyes away from you. You add another finger, curling deeper, so you're hitting your g-spot.

"Gray," You mewl, "wish it was you instead." He leans down, moving your legs so he has a better view, and already you feel your orgasm building again. There was something unbelievably hot about this, watching Grayson watch you get yourself off. You've never thought about this in your deepest fantasies, and yet, you were already addicted to the way his eyes followed your finger's movements.

It only takes a few more pumps of your fingers and a slight pinch of your nipple before your cumming hard, waves of pleasure overwhelming your body. You pant heavily, Grayson stroking your hair as it works through you. You look up at him, noticing how desperately turned on he looks. From the way his pupils have almost covered his iris to his heavy breathing, you would've thought he came with you if it wasn't for his still solid erection forming a tent in his briefs.

You reach over for his waistband, mouth drooling, and ready to go again with how unbelievably sexy he looks. He understands and pulls down his underwear before standing over you. Your mouth drops slightly. You look up at your boyfriend, even more attracted to how wrecked he looks.

"You're too good to be true." You whisper, always amazed by the sight of your naked boyfriend. He's so pretty like this, tattooed thighs framing his cock. It bobs slightly as he moves up to kiss you, tip red and leaking precum. You make out briefly before he's leaning back, spitting on your clit.

You moan loudly. "Gray"

"Yeah."

"Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me." His breath hitches as you reach down, rubbing a thumb over his tip and spreading his precum across the head. He shudders slightly, leaning down to spit on your pussy again before slowly inserting you.

You both moan, knowing this isn't going to take much time for either of you. Grayson thrusts slowly, rolling his hips into yours, so his pubic bone brushes onto your clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you dig your nails into his back, leaving angry indents of crescent moons. You link your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"Gray," You whine out. "More, please." Your voice sounds so broken, and that does it for him, snapping his hips into you unrelentingly. Your eyes roll back into your head, not being able to cope with the pleasure his harsh thrusts are giving you.

The coil in your stomach starts to build again, and you clench involuntarily around him, causing his rhythm to stutter.

"Fuck, you're so tight." His voice cracks, and you could've cum then and there. It only takes a slight pinch of your nipple and a few rubs at your clit before your cumming loudly and dragging your nails down his back.

He continues to fuck your through your orgasm, balls tightening at the blissed, fucked out expression on your face.

"Gray, cum in me please. Fill me up" And even though Grayson knew he wasn't going to last much longer, that does it for him. His thrust slow, sloppily cumming inside you before stopping completely.

You're both still, each other's heavy breathing the only sounds in the room. Grayson is the first one to speak,

"I think that's the best sex we've ever had." He reaches over to dap you up, and you snort, rolling your eyes while returning the gesture.

"Love you."

"Love you more." You kiss him softly, knowing your love is forever infinite for him.

#this is so filthy i’m so sorry #also i forgot how much i fucking hate writing smut #grayson dolan #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan blurb #grayson dolan fic #dolan twins #dolan twins x reader #dolan twins smut #dolan twins blurb #dolan twins fic #blazedwritings

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 3 years

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New Life Pt.7

Word Count: 2,165

Characters: Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Zach Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Grayson Gilbert (brief), OC Characters, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, near-death, possible slight cliffhanger

A/N: jesus fuck im letting my life go to hell when im not writing im watching shameless i’ve lost all of my friends this isn’t a cry for help :)

A/N 2: I think i’m gonna open requests again i need more inspo

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“What the hell are you doing here?” you aimed your gun at him, moving backward.

“Put that down, (Y/N). Do you even know how to use it?” Jay scoffed, walking around you while you continued pointing your gun at him.

“Why are you here?” you asked again.

“A lot of reasons. You already look like you’re handling a lot, so I think it’s best for both of us if I leave for a little? Put this little plan on pause?”

You could feel your heart rate quickening as he continued to walk to you, before stopping in front of you.

“I'm gonna kill you,” you spat.

“Get your revenge on me, but make sure it’s a fair battle. As you can clearly see, I’m unarmed.”

“You have powers. You’re not human.”

“Then I won’t use them. Do you want to have this fight with me when one of your friends is on the brink of death?”

Derek came back to your mind as you lowered your gun.

“That’s what I thought. Here,” he tossed you your phone as you tensed up.

“You-”

“Yeah, I don’t need it anymore. I’ll see you in a bit,” he winked at you before walking away.

Your entire body was shaking as you stood outside the Salvatore House, breathing in shaky breaths before you shook your head, entering the house.

Be calm

“Where’s Derek?” you asked.

“In his room,” Stefan replied.

Zach and him were walking around, while you saw Zach carrying weapons.

You sighed, making your way up the stairs to Derek’s room. Laura sat with him, holding his hand while he laid unconscious on the bed. He had an EKG next to him. You could see the burns on his body as you tensed, slowly walking to Laura. She wiped her tears, before looking up at you.

“Damon did…” her voice broke as she stopped herself.

You wrapped your arms around her tightly, while she hugged you back.

“Why isn't he healing?” you asked softly.

“Fire, Silver, and Wolfsbane are our weaknesses. If he wakes up, he can heal. But I don’t know if he’s gonna wake up.”

“We need to take him to the hospital,” you replied.

“No, they’re going to have questions about it, and then if he wakes up and heals-”

“I know a doctor that works at the hospital. He knows about the supernatural, he and his wife are members of the supernatural council. Derek’s innocent, they won’t hurt him,” Laura’s face was filled with worry.

“We can’t do much here. You can only heal him so much without losing your alpha status,” she nodded her head, agreeing before walking to Zach and Stefan.

Tears rushed to your eyes in an instant as you looked down at Derek’s body, stroking his cheek. There was a look of discomfort on his face.

“You need to wake up, you idiot,” you held back your cries as you pressed a small kiss to his forehead.

“Please wake up.”

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“Thank you for helping us, Doctor Grayson,” he smiled, before walking away from you.

“You’re quiet,” Zach stood next to you as you shook your head.

“Have you heard anything from Stefan?” you asked.

Zach shook his head, before putting his hand on your shoulder.

“What's going on?” he frowned.

You could feel your heart rate increasing as sniffled softly.

“Can we talk about this later?”

His face softened as he nodded.

“I’m gonna go check on Derek.” you nodded before he walked away.

You heard your phone ringing, as you frowned.

“Stefan, what is it?”

“I need you back here. For whatever reason, Damon’s going after you to get back at me and Zach. Derek’s already hurt, he’s gonna get you too,” you could hear the pain in his voice as you softened.

“What’s the problem then?” you asked.

“You need to be under lockdown. It’s too risky for you to be at the hospital right now.”

“I can’t just leave. Derek’s…”

“We can’t do anything about him right now. The best you can do is stay hidden.”

You felt your eyes water slightly. You were useless, there was nothing you could do to help anyone. You were weak, the only thing you could do was hide.

“(Y/N), please come back,” Stefan begged.

“Okay,” your voice was barely above a whisper.

You ended the call, before walking to Zach. Your chest was aching, you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your body.

“Stefan wants me to come home. He thinks it’ll be safer,” you said softly.

Zach and Laura nodded, before you gave them a quick hug.

You pressed a small kiss to Derek's head, before walking away.

“Excuse me,” you jumped, seeing Damon behind you.

“Hey,” you grabbed your gun, aiming it at him.

“If you shoot me, your little friend is gonna die. You won’t be able to save him,” Damon taunted.

“What do you mean?” you frowned slightly.

“The one who’s out of your league. He’s more on the annoying side. Come with me and I’ll let him go, deal?” you quickly nodded, tossing your gun aside before taking off with Damon.

---

“Why are you doing this?” the two of you stood on top of a building, while he held onto your arm tightly.

“It isn't fair that I had to suffer because of Stefan and now I’m the bad guy,” Damon shrugged.

“Isn’t fair? You set Derek on fire,” you yelled.

“Who’s fault is it for having a box of lighters in the basement? You should've seen the look on his face. He was terrified,” you heard Damon laughing as you dug your nails into your palm.

“Stefan's the villain in your story, but to everyone else, he’s the hero. He’s done more good than you’ll ever do. Deep down you’re jealous of him. Stefan has people in his life who care about him and you have no one!” Damon put his hand around your neck, lifting you off the floor.

You took it to your advantage, kicking his stomach as he doubled over, stumbling back a few steps.

He ran back to you, grabbing your arm before you twisted his arm backward, pulling it until you heard the noise of something snapping. He yelled out in pain before he pulled you, pushing you to the floor.

“You’re really gonna die now,” you were slightly out of breath before pushing yourself up.

Damon used his speed, pushing you down once again before coming on top of you. You tried to push him off before he held you down with his other arm. It must have healed already. You felt him press down on your chest, instantly feeling burning. You gasped for air, feeling immense pain. His hand entered your chest slowly as you cried out in pain, trying to push him away.

“Stefan got everything. He left me,” you could see Damon's eyes water as your face softened.

He wasn't the bad guy, he was jealous of Stefan and he was lonely.

“If you kill me then you lose Stefan forever. Is that what you really want?” your voice was strained as he pressed into your chest. You could feel your blood dripping down his fingers.

“Shut up,” you could see his eyes darken, veins surrounding them.

“Stefan will hate you. Forever. That’s not what you want,” you said.

He put his hand around your throat, pulling you up as you struggled for your breath. You felt a sharp pain in your leg, feeling it hit the cement with intense pressure.

He pushed you down, your back hitting the edge of the roof as your head dangled from it.

“You don’t know anything. You stupid, useless kid. If Stefan cared about you, he would be here,” Damon spat.

“If you believe that then kill me,” he continued to press on your throat, your vision fading in and out as you felt the air leaving your body.

He let go of your throat, while you took a big breath in, before he pushed you down, feeling your head hit the ground as you fell unconscious.

---

You blinked your eyes, feeling your head aching as you winced, rubbing it. You looked at your hands, seeing the blood from your head as you sighed, standing up slowly, using the ledge of the building for support.

Damon was nowhere to be found, you knew your words meant something to him. He was gone. You looked at your phone screen, seeing messages and calls from Stefan, Zach, and Laura.

You called Zach, as he picked up on the first ring.

“Where are you? Are you okay? We've been trying to call you for so long!” you heard Zach yell.

“Is that (Y/N)?” you heard Stefan’s voice in the background.

“I’m okay. Damon's gone,” you said.

“What do you mean gone? What happened?” Zach asked.

“I’ll tell you in a bit. I’m coming home now,” you started.

“We’re at the hospital. Derek woke up,” you let out a shaky breath, feeling relief in your chest.

“God. Okay, I’m on my way. Don’t leave,” you hung up the phone, feeling your leg aching as you tried to walk.

Son of a bitch

You limped slowly, making your way down the stairs of the building.

---

You entered the waiting room, walking to the desk before hearing Stefan’s voice. Zach and Stefan ran to you, all worried as they examined your wounds. They could see the blood on your shirt, your wound dripping slightly.

“What the hell happened? You’re limping,” Zach pointed out.

“It’s okay. It doesn't hurt that much,” you shook your head.

“God, I’m so sorry,” Stefan said softly, wrapping his arms around you.

“It’s not your fault,” you replied.

“What are these marks?” Zach examined the wounds on your neck from Damon strangling you.

“I’ll tell you later. You said Derek’s awake, right?” you asked.

Stefan nodded, before putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Take some of my blood,” he said.

“Not right now,” you said.

“(Y/N)-”

“I want to see Derek,” you stopped him.

Zach sighed, before nodding his head.

“We need to talk about a lot of things when we get home, okay?” you nodded, before Stefan held your arm, walking you to the room.

“Stefan, what did you do to Damon?” you asked softly.

You saw his face drop before he looked down.

“When I turned into a vampire, I forced him to feed. I didn’t want to be alone.”

“Well, he’s alone right now. That’s why he tried to kill me. He misses you, whether he wants to admit it or not.”

He frowned, before looking down at you.

“Since when are you so sentimental?”

Since my ex is back in town probably to murder me

“Shut up,” you pushed him slightly, before groaning as he pulled on your arm.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Laura’s getting Derek something to eat, she’ll be back in a bit,” you nodded, entering Derek’s room.

He was awake, a wide grin on his face.

“Hi,” he said.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“You look like such a dork,” you said.

“And you look worse than me. And I’m the one in the hospital bed,” you walked over to him, seeing he was healed up.

“Why are you still in bed if you’re healed?” you asked.

“Well, Doctor Grayson said that even though I’m healed, he wanted me to spend the night so no one else gets suspicious. How do they all know about the supernatural?”

“Well, Mystic Falls was basically built from witches and vampires. If there was a vampire in town, then they’d be on edge. But, a family from the council, the Lockwoods, are werewolves. They think when and if a war comes, wolves will side with them against vampires.”

“That’s bullshit,” Derek scoffed.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” you laughed.

You stroked Derek’s cheek, while he closed his eyes, leaning into your hand.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” you said softly.

“Yeah, right back at you,” he smiled softly.

You punched his arm, while he groaned.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed.

“Now that Damon’s gone… what the hell are you thinking going out with Emily? Dean and her were together, Dean is like your only friend here!” you hissed.

“He said he was cool with it! Emily asked me out, okay?!”

“That’s messed up, dude,” you shook your head.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolled his eyes.

You felt yourself at peace, keeping your mind on your friends.

“Well, I’m not going home until you are, so I’m crashing on the chair,” you motioned to the chair next to his bed.

“Going to sleep? You’re boring,” Derek teased.

“Yeah, whatever. See you in the morning, loser,” you laid back in the chair, kicking your feet up to his bed as he scoffed, before laying back on the bed:

“See you in the morning, (Y/N/N),” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before letting yourself fall asleep.

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princess-of-riviaa · 4 years

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Let Him Watch

Pairing: Geralt x Reader x Jaskier

Summary: Jaskier is caught watching Geralt pleasure you, and the two of you decide to give him a show.

Author’s Note: This takes place in a modern au where Geralt and Jaskier are both bikers part of a motorcycle club. Also, special thanks to @yespolkadotkitty for being awesome enough to beta read this for me!

Warning(s): voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, dom! Geralt, sub! reader, spanking, choking

Word Count: 2,138

“Are you sure about this?” Jaskier looks at you when he asks the question, looking ready to hear you say you’ve changed your mind.

Geralt watches you carefully, his face void of any expression. You can’t tell what he wants you to say to that. That’s probably his intention; if this is going to happen, all three of you have to be okay with it.

You and Geralt have been together for almost five years now. You’ve been with him longer than you’ve been with the biker club--The Wolves, as they call themselves. Geralt is your best friend, your confidant, the great love of your life, and the members of his club have become like family to you. So when you caught Jaskier watching Geralt finger you in a darkened hallway of the compound one night, the emotions you felt were… well, complicated. On the one hand, you were surprised and embarrassed to discover that anyone was watching you be treated like a whore. But the fact that it was Jaskier--Geralt’s closest brother of the club and the only other real friend you had here--kept you from freaking out.

“Daddy,” you’d whispered to Geralt, motioning to Jaskier at the other end of the hall.

Geralt had been leaning in for another kiss, but turned to see what you were looking at. His body tensed against you.

“Don’t!” you protested, knowing your boyfriend was getting ready to pounce on his voyeuristic brother and give him a good beating.

Geralt looked back at you with a frown, wondering why the hell you didn’t seem completely bothered by the fact that Jaskier had had a front row seat to Geralt getting you off. And then a light flickered in his eyes as he realized-- “Do you want him to watch?”

You had blushed, too embarrassed to tell him yes. You hadn’t realized you had an exhibition kink until just then and had no idea how Geralt would react to it.

He gave another glance to Jaskier before walking over to the shorter man. The two brothers talked too quietly for you to hear as you pulled up your jeans and panties. By the time you were decent again, the brothers were walking towards you. The look they gave you was suspicious, like they were up to no good, but Geralt grabbed your hand and dragged you to your shared bedroom before you could ask what was going on.

Now here you stand, Geralt ready to fuck you and Jaskier ready to watch, but only if they know you’re one-hundred percent certain about this.

“I want this,” you tell them both, trying to be as reassuring as possible while not being swallowed up by your embarrassment.

That seems to be enough for the two of them. Geralt steps towards you. He kisses you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth when his arms wrap around you. You melt into the kiss and let him claim you. Your hands are rushed on the other’s body, trying to undress as quickly as possible in the midst of your desire. Your pussy is still wet and aching from when Geralt was fingering you less than five minutes ago. Your body is still desperate for him.

Somehow you end up on Geralt’s lap on the bed. He presses your back against his chest and spreads your legs with his own, revealing your most intimate parts to Jaskier. He’s taken the liberty of sitting in the only chair in your room and sits forward with an interested gaze. Even a blind man could see his erection, that’s how hard he is already.

“He likes this, Daddy,” you murmur as Geralt leaves a trail of love bites down your neck.

Geralt growls against your skin. “You like it too, my little exhibitionist.” He brings his hand to your heat as he says this. You’re dripping more than you were when Geralt was fingering you, which only proves his words true.

You begin to grind against his hand as he runs a finger between your folds. You only have the chance to move your hips once before Geralt slaps your pussy and your entire body tenses as you gasp in both surprise and pain.

“She knows better than to do that.” Geralt breathes the words into your neck, but he’s clearly addressing Jaskier. “I have to punish my little kitten every time she does something she’s not supposed to do, otherwise she’ll never learn.”

You do your best to stay still now. Your pussy is already sensitive and stings from the jolt of Geralt’s rough slap. He continues to soak his hand with your juices and though it’s hard, you stay as still as you can. A moan falls from your mouth as he circles your clit once, twice, with just the amount of pressure he knows drives you crazy. His free hand comes up to wrap around your throat and you fall against him.

“Do you hear that, Jask?” Geralt asks as he touches you. There’s a loud squelching sound as he rubs your juices around. It’s loud enough for even Jaskier to hear. You blush, embarrassed that both men can see and hear how aroused you are already. “She’s always so wet for me, such a good girl.”

Your embarrassment disappears at the sound of his praise and suddenly you’re preening under his touch, wanting to be as good for him as you can.

Something hard presses into your bottom. You’ve felt it enough times to know exactly what it is. You close your eyes and pretend you’re alone with Geralt so you have the courage to say, “Daddy, I wanna make you feel good.”

He grinds his erection into your ass and tightens his grip on your throat until you can barely breathe. “Yeah? You want Daddy’s cock, kitten? Want to feel me stretch you open and fuck you until you’re crying?”

You nod vigorously at everything he says.

“Oh, shit,” Jaskier mutters under his breath.

Your eyes snap open and land on Jaskier. He’s trying to discreetly palm himself over his jeans. His bottom lip is between his teeth, looking more aroused than you’ve ever seen him.

“I think he wants you to fuck me, Daddy,” you tell Geralt.

“Then let’s give Jask what he wants, yeah?” he growls in your ear. “Get on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees, kitten.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You try to move casually and not look too eager to get fucked, though at this point you’re pretty sure everyone in the room knows how badly you want it. You position yourself on the bed so Jaskier can see the length of your body and watch how Geralt’s will fuck you so nicely.

Geralt stands by the edge of the bed beside you and brings his hand back to your wet core. He shoves a thick finger inside of you and you gasp at the lack of warning and the way your walls are already stretching just to fit one of his digits. It’s ever a surprise you can fit the entirety of his cock inside of you. Geralt pushes a second finger inside and you whimper as your walls begin to stretch.

“She’s always tight as a fucking virgin,” Geralt tells Jaskier. “Got to prep her every time, otherwise I’d probably split her in half.”

Your body clenches as Geralt’s fingers begin to move in a scissoring motion, stretching you even further. The pain somehow only makes you wetter and pretty soon you’re dripping down Geralt’s entire hand.

“I can smell her from here,” Jaskier grunts.

You look over at him to see that he’s unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. He slowly runs his hand up and down his shaft as he keeps his eyes glued to the movements of Geralt’s fingers inside of you. You have to admit that you’re taken aback by the size of him. He’s probably only an inch or so smaller than Geralt, which is saying something. Geralt’s a good eight and a half inches and thick, the biggest cock you’ve ever seen (though you’d never admit it out loud; he’s already got a big enough head as it is). Jaskier has a slight curve and a thick vein on the underside that you find yourself wanting to lick. But you know better than to say that out loud. Geralt might be fine with letting someone watch, but he’s the most territorial man you’ve ever met. He’d never share you with someone else. Jaskier can enjoy the show, but he can’t participate.

Geralt finally pulls his fingers out, deeming you prepped enough to fit him. He brings his dripping hand to your mouth. You know what to do right away and open your mouth, letting him shove his fingers inside your mouth. You lick up every last drop of your arousal from his fingers. He keeps his hand in your mouth, letting you suck on his digits as he lines himself up with your entrance. You hold your breath in anticipation and moan around Geralt’s hand as he enters you all the way, bottoming out with one thrust.

You clench the bed sheets as Geralt starts to move inside of you, his thrusts slow and deliberate. He loves teasing you. You moan around his fingers before he pulls his hand back and returns it to your throat. Your saliva drips down his hand and onto your neck and chest, but he loves seeing you dirty in the bedroom, so you don’t mind. His other hand gives playful little spanks to your ass, but the touches are too light for your enjoyment.

“Harder!” you gasp out, wanting him to spank you hard enough to leave handprints.

Jaskier groans.

You look over at him to see his cock leaking pre-cum, his tip red and needy as he pumps his hand down his length. He watches you and Geralt with half-lidded eyes. He’s already getting carried away in his pleasure and Geralt’s barely started fucking you.

Geralt complies and not only brings his hand down harder on your ass, but also begins to increase the speed of his thrusts, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Your body turns to mush under his assault. You’re no more than a moaning mess beneath him, accepting every wave of pleasure he gifts you with.

Within a matter of moments your body begins to shake, signaling your nearing orgasm. Geralt moves his hand from your ass to your clit and begins to rub circles into your sensitive bud while rubbing his cock against the sweet spot inside of you. Your mouth falls open as your eyes close and pleasure overtakes you. You cry out his name as you cum, but the wave of pleasure hits you so intensely that you’re not sure if you cry out Daddy or Geralt or if it even matters.

He picks up the pace once you cum, chasing his own high now. His thrusts are hard and fast, his balls slapping against your clit with every movement. It winds you up again and by the time his movements grow unsteady, you’re ready to cum again. He fucks into you with an inhuman speed and Jaskier cries out as he cums in his seat. You don’t even have a second to glance over at him before your vision blurs with your incoming orgasm. Geralt’s warm, sticky seed warms your insides as your walls clench around him again. The room is filled with three different moans and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

Geralt pulls out of you and you whimper at the sudden emptiness and lack of his body heat. You can feel his cum, already mixed with yours, begin to drip out of you. He gathers it with his fingers. You wet your lips, knowing he’ll want you to swallow it all. And he does, grinning at you like the devil as he watches you lick his hands clean of the milky substance.

“You’re such a dirty girl, kitten,” he growls, but then he leaves a trail of kisses up your spine and your body begins to warm at the love you feel for this man.

You glance over at Jaskier. “Was that what you were expecting?”

He’s still a mess in his chair, his cum dripping down his hand and staining his shirt. “No,” he breathes out. “It was better.” There’s a look you can’t recognize in his eyes as he stares at you.

Geralt growls, “You can watch, but don’t even think about laying a hand on what’s mine.”

Jaskier puts his hands up in surrender. “That’s not what I was thinking about.”

“Then what were you thinking about?” you find yourself wondering.

Jaskier’s gaze moves between yours and Geralt’s. “That I want to do this again.”

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Protective Detail (4/?)

Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Warnings: language, violence, blood, guns, mild injuries, Nestor being a goddamn thirst trap

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This chapter is a liiiiittle longer than the others have been but hopefully that’s not a problem. Did I do a deep-dive on Gino Vento’s google photos to be able to know what his body art situation is?? You betcha. Enjoy! xoxo

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Despite the fact that the only thing on your agenda for the day was going to the grocery store, you still came into the kitchen in the morning to see Nestor sipping coffee in yet another button-down shirt and pair of slacks. You wondered for a moment if the man even owned just a pair of casual blue jeans.

“I don’t know where the Galindos shop,” you said with a laugh as you poured a cup of coffee, “But the grocery store I go to doesn’t have a dress code. I thought you knew that.”

He shook his head but you could see the smirk pulling at his lips, “This is just how I dress, Y/N.”

He didn’t use your name often, but each time he did you felt your entire body turn into jello for a few moments before you regained composure again. You took your time getting ready, loving that you didn’t feel rushed or like you were on a schedule. You told Nestor that he could drive, pretending that you just wanted the extra space in his car for shopping purposes. But you were also testing a theory that if you let Nestor have his way more often, he would let you know a little more about who he was as a person. Plus, you had to admit, you didn’t really mind his driving too much. Even if he did drive without the radio on.

Having Nestor with you while you grocery shopped was nice because you got to leave him in charge of pushing the cart while you perused the aisles and picked things out to eat for the next few days. You’d shove produce in his face and ask him if he thought it was fresh, and he would begrudgingly help you out, rolling his eyes at how terrible you were at telling if cantaloups were ripe.

The two of you were walking down the cereal aisle and he was shaking his head at you while fighting back a smile, “You’re like a child with access to a credit card.”

“Listen, Nestor,” you stood on your tip-toes to try and reach towards the back of the top shelf, “Coco Puffs have no age limit.”

He reached over you with ease and grabbed the last box from the back of the shelf and placed it in the cart, not saying a word as he continued pushing onward. You smiled to yourself for a few moments before snapping back to reality and speed-walking a few steps to catch up with him.

He was helping you bag items at the self-checkout and if you were honest with yourself, every now and then you would forget that he was with you to keep you from getting shot or kidnapped. Sometimes you even felt like friends, as much as someone like Nestor would let a person be friends with him.

Once you were out on the road and heading home, you looked over at Nestor with puppy-dog eyes, “Can we stop at Starbucks?”

He looked at you, shaking his head the second he saw the way you were looking at him, “The lines are always ridiculous. The ice cream will melt.”

You sighed, knowing that puppy-dog eyes most likely weren’t going to work on him but it was worth a shot anyway. You leaned back in your seat and scrolled on your phone, wanting desperately to play music to break up the silence.

Nestor passed the street that you normally turned off to get home. You looked over at him and saw how tense his body was. You sat upright, putting your phone back in your purse, “What?”

He nodded towards the rearview mirror, “Car’s been following us since we left the store.”

Your stomach knotted and you tried to take a deep breath but it didn’t help to calm you down at all. You instinctively reached for the glove compartment like it was your own car, and you were expecting Nestor to stop you, but instead he reached and opened it for you, not having to take his eyes off the road to dig around and get the gun out for you.

“You shouldn’t need to use it,” he placed the weapon in your hand and his lingered for a moment, “But just in case.”

He did his best to stay on busier roads, hoping it would be a deterrent, and also hopefully make it easier to lose whoever it was that was tailing them. You felt your heart pounding inside your chest—you had been hoping that your father had dealt with everything and that Nestor really was just an unnecessary precaution, but that wasn’t the case.

Somewhere along the way, the road went dead. Nestor was white-knuckled on the steering wheel and you were trying not to let your hands shake. He had been steadily increasing your speed, but even so the car had kept up and pulled up alongside you. You tried to get a good look at the people who were inside, but before you could, Nestor slammed on the gas and tried to speed ahead of them in one last burst to lose them.

Before he could successfully get in front of them, they swerved and hit the back driver’s side corner of the car. With the speed that Nestor had picked up they hit you hard enough to send the car spinning. By some miracle the vehicle didn’t roll, but you swerved off the road and slammed into an embankment, trashing the front of the car and pinning Nestor’s side. Even if he wanted to open his door and get out, he couldn’t. It all happened so fast, you don’t think you would’ve been able to explain exactly how the two of you ended up in that position even if someone tried to pay you to.

The other car pulled up, opening their passenger door. You had already undone your seatbelt and you instinctively shot the gun in your hand, busting the glass window. You fired off a second bullet and got the man who was coming towards you in the leg, causing him to drop. You were getting ready to fire off a third shot when a third man jumped out of the car and dragged him back throwing him in the back seat, the only sound in the air was a slew of curses of the man who was bleeding. You froze up, unable to take an easy shot that would take someone’s life.

“Just fucking go!” the man yelled as he barely got his accomplice into the back seat.

The car started peeling away before the back door was even completely shut. Clearly, they hadn’t been planning on you being armed at all, let alone ready to shoot. You took a shaky breath as you put the safety back on the gun. You turned to Nestor, who had a harsh burn along his neck from his seatbelt, as well as a cut and a welt on the side of his forehead from where his head slammed against the window while you were spinning out. You unclicked his seatbelt and gently tried to wake him without shaking him, not knowing how hard he had slammed his head.

“Nestor?”

He groaned in response, “Fuck.”

“Oh thank god,” you let out a sigh of relief.

“How many?”

“At least three,” you gently and slowly turned his head, trying to get a better idea of his injuries. You had a feeling that it was nothing serious—he was just going to be bruised and sore for a few days. His side of the car got slammed pretty bad when you went off the road. You pressed your lips together for a moment, “Still got feeling in all your limbs?”

He laughed, although it was weighted with sarcasm, leaning back against the headrest, “Yea.”

“Good,” you sighed, letting your body sink back into your seat as well, “All things considered, this could’ve gone a lot worse.”

He looked over at you, “Looks like we’ll be using your car for a few days.”

You slowly shook your head, “The ice cream is definitely gonna melt.”

His next laugh was genuine, despite the pain he was in, “You have the worst priorities in the world.”

“Hey, I checked to see if you were alive, didn’t I?”

After a few phone calls made to your father and some of his connections, you had a tow-truck and a temporary replacement car there in no time. It was convenient, the only thing you weren’t thrilled about was the fact that your father was the one who delivered it.

“What happened?” he ran to you and wrapped you in a hug

“They followed us out of the grocery store,” you said, taking a slight step back when he finally released you from his embrace, “Nestor noticed right away. They never saw my house.”

He nodded, “That’s good at least,” he held you gently by your upper arms, “How are you? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, “Neck is sore from getting spun out, but I’m alright. I should probably get Nestor home so I can get his cuts cleaned up.”

“You have things to take care of him?”

You nodded, “Yea of course.”

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

You shook your head, “No, I think we’ll be okay. I just wanna get home.”

He nodded understandingly, “Okay. I love you, mija, you know that right?”

You smiled, “I know. I love you too,” you hugged him, “I’ll talk to you later and give you a full download of the situation, alright?”

“Alright. Please, drive safe.”

“I will,” you kissed his cheek, “Te quiero.”

“Te quiero,” he walked over and shook Nestor’s hand, “Thank you for keeping her safe.”

He nodded, feeling like there wasn’t much to thank him for in this situation, “Your daughter is a very capable woman.”

“She is,” with a final nod and one last look over at you, your father went back to his own car and took off.

You and Nestor waited for the tow truck to finish loading the SUV before finally piling into the car your father had brought for you. It was pretty reminiscent of Nestor’s SUV and you knew that was probably by design. In the back of your mind you knew your father probably wanted it to be your car so he could finally give you what he considered to be a real car. Truthfully you hated driving bigger vehicles, but you weren’t about to hand the keys over to Nestor.

“I’m sorry,” he said one you were both in the car.

“What’re you sorry for?” you asked as you buckled in.

“It never should’ve come to that, to you having to use my gun.”

You shook your head, “Don’t do that. You were unconscious. Not even you are cool enough to be able to pull that off while knocked out. Thanks to you, I get to sleep in my own bed tonight. So don’t beat yourself up,” you waited for him to meet your eyes, “Self-pity is the only thing that doesn’t look good on you, so knock it off,” you offered a small smile as you started the car.

He smiled as he settled into his seat but he didn’t say anything. The drive passed in silence, and for once you weren’t itching to turn the radio on. Part of you wanted to reach over and cover Nestor’s hand with your own, but you fought the urge. He somehow managed to keep his eyes open the whole ride home.

Once you started getting what was left of the groceries out of the car, Nestor asked for the house keys so he could do a check. You told him not to bother, that there would be no way a second threat would be lurking in your house after what just happened, but he insisted. It wasn’t a battle you were going to pick, so you handed over the keys.

The house was quiet, and you didn’t make any comment on it as you started unpacking the groceries. Nestor was sat on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, and the look on his face made your heart feel heavy. You texted your father, asking for one small, very ridiculous favor, hoping that he would grant it to you.

Once all of the groceries were put away, you went and grabbed your first aid kit from the bathroom and sat down next to Nestor on the couch. This time, he didn’t look annoyed about the closeness you shared.

“C’mere,” you motioned for him to lean closer to you so you could start wiping and cleaning out the cut on his forehead. Neither of you said anything while you tended to him. He cringed slightly when you used the alcohol, but he remained silent. You told him that after he showered you would put a bandage on it just as a precaution, but the gash wasn’t really that deep. It was more to make you feel better about it. You wiped down the burn across his neck with an anti-bacterial rub, but there wasn’t a whole lot else that you could do for it.

“How’s your side?” you nodded to his side that got slammed into the door of the car when you hit the embankment.

“It’s fine,” he wasn’t looking at you.

“Can I see it?”

He stood up, ready to go shower and wash the day away, “I said it’s fine.”

“Well if it’s fine then there’s no reason not to let me see,” you weren’t yelling but it was a firm tone that you hadn’t used with him before.

He sighed, not having the energy to put up a fight. He untucked and un-buttoned his shirt, pulling the one side out so that you could see his chest and ribcage. There were a few bruises starting to come in, but it didn’t look terrible. You tried to stay focused on the real reason you wanted to look at him, but you had to admit that you let your eyes linger a little longer than medically necessary. You hadn’t been expecting to see so much ink on his skin.

“Can I go shower now?”

You nodded, “Yea. Thank you.”

You didn’t have the energy to go and get changed, so instead you melted into the couch, pushing the first aid kit to the floor. You heard the shower turn on and then, for the first time, he put music on. Your eyes went wide, thinking for a moment that you must’ve hit your head at some point too and were hearing things. After a minute went by, you finally let yourself relax, not even wanting to turn the television on and risk drowning out the melodies drifting out of the bathroom. You didn’t know what kind of music you were expecting Nestor to listen to, but what he was playing was much more mellow than you thought it would be.

You were resting with your eyes closed when there was a light knock on the door. You got up, smiling because you knew what it was. You opened the front door, smiling at your father’s newest assistant who looked like he was only a couple weeks out of college. He stood there with a smile as he held out a brown paper bag to you.

“Your dad said you needed these?”

You smiled and nodded, “Yes, thank you so much,” he nodded and went to walk away when you caught his attention again, “Hey, I never caught your name.”

“Ricardo. You can call me Ricky.”

“Thank you, Ricky.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Have a good night.”

You shut and locked the door and put the bag in the freezer, grinning over the fact that your father was still willing to indulge you in silly things like this even after all this time. You snapped back to reality when the sound of the shower and the music both shut off. The door creaked open and you fought the urge to peak into the hallway.

After a few minutes went by and Nestor didn’t reappear in the living room, you took it upon yourself to go to him. You grabbed the bag out of the freezer and two spoons before making your way down the hall.

You knocked lightly on the door, not used to it being shut. His voice was quiet on the other side, “Yea?”

You opened the door and fought to not let your jaw hit the floor. Nestor was lying on his bed, eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. All you could think about, though, was the fact that he was lying there with no shirt on, just a pair of sweatpants. You truly couldn’t believe the number of tattoos that the man had. His chest, stomach, and arms were completely decked out in ink of all kinds. You hadn’t given much thought to him having tattoos—you saw the one on his neck and his hands but other than that it never really crossed your mind. Your quick glance earlier didn’t do his extensive body art justice.

And his hair wasn’t braided—his long, thick curls were thrown up into a messy bun on top of his head. You were certain that there would never be a better look for him than that. You wished it didn’t take such a rough day to get it out of him. You cleared your throat slightly, chastising yourself over how your mind instantly flew to some very unprofessional places.

“I come bearing gifts,” you said as you walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, “Well, gift. It’s just one.”

He opened one eye, smiling as you set the pint of ice cream and spoon on his nightstand, “Which of your father’s assistants had to drive that over?”

You laughed, “The new one, Ricky.”

He forced himself to sit upright, “Poor kid.”

He reached for the ice cream and your eyes were glued to his forearms, figuring it was the safest place for you to study as you digested all of the new ink that you were seeing. You were trying not to gawk but he was making it really difficult for you. You bit down lightly on your bottom lip, unable to force yourself to look away.

He noticed you staring and immediately became very aware of how he looked, “Fuck, sorry. Let me grab a shirt.”

You shook your head, “Stop. This is your home too for now. I don’t give a shit,” you laughed, “After today you can wear whatever you want,” you took a scoop of ice cream out of your pint, “Your hair looks good like that, by the way.”

He smiled, slowly pulling his legs up so he was sitting cross-legged by his pillow, “Thanks. You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”

You laughed, “Hey, man-buns are in right now.”

He chuckled as he methodically scooped away a layer at a time. You pulled your feet up and sat the same way he was, the two of you facing each other. Neither of you said anything as you ate, and you soaked up the moment.

“Can I put a bandage on your cut?” you asked as you put the top back on your ice cream container.

“It’s really not that bad.”

“I know but it’ll make me feel better.”

He shrugged, nodding, “Sure.”

You gathered up your spoons and what was left of your ice cream and walked out of the room. You tossed the containers back into the freezer before going to grab the first aid kit off of your floor. After thinking about it for a moment, you made a pit-stop in your room and changed out of your clothes, opting for a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt.

By the time you walked back into his room, Nestor had put on a t-shirt moved to the edge of the bed, swinging his legs off so his feet hit the floor. You sat down next to him and looked at his forehead. You sifted through the different-sized bandages you had before you found one that was satisfactory. You leaned in, gently applying it to his forehead.

You rested your palm on the side of his face, lightly tracing your thumb over the bandage to make sure it was completely on. Nestor’s eyes were closed, and without thinking better of it, he leaned slightly into your touch and you froze, not wanting to give up the contact. You tried to relax your body, but you couldn’t.

A few seconds later he opened his eyes again, and realized what he was doing. He sat upright and cleared his throat, not sure what to say or do. You forced yourself to break the silence, “Need anything else?”

He shook his head, “No. Thank you. I know I’m here to keep you safe but you definitely saved my ass today.”

You chuckled, “And you can save my ass tomorrow,” your expression grew a little more serious, “But really, you good?”

He nodded, “I’m good.”

“Okay,” you rested your hand on his knee for a moment, “Goodnight, Nestor.”

You went to take your hand away as you stood when you felt his come to rest over it, completely enveloping it, “Goodnight,” he gave your hand a soft squeeze.

You walked out of his room, shutting the door behind you. you turned off all the lights in the house before going to your room and collapsing onto your bed. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened that day. You traced over the top of your hand where Nestor’s had been and, despite the day the two of you had had, you found yourself smiling.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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COPING WITH YOUR FEARS

Prompt: You just bought a new house with your boyfriend Roman,with the thing he loves the most in it: a pool. The only problem? He doesn’t know you’re terrified of water and don’t know how to swim.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18,clitoris stimulation,smut implied,cursing,praise kink,aquaphobia(fear of water),slight angst

Tag: My sister from another mister @ziasaph (she might recognize this topic hahahah thank you for always inspiring me,love!)

Notes: Hello loves! So this is a based on a true story event (I almost drowned when I was a little girl and have been terrified of water since then),so this is me trying to cope with my fear even if it’s only a fictional thing hahahaha(since this specific scenario with Roman is impossible for little old me! But that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream right?!).Sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language...you know the usual. Please let me know what you think(if you’re comfortable with it) some feedback is always appreciated ❤️ Also feel free to check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and you can always find my latest story as a fixed post on my page. Ok I’m done babbling now hahahaha. Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Oh summer...the best season to enjoy the life outside: wear nothing more than swimsuits and bikinis,get some Mother Nature’s natural vitamin D and swimming!

It all sounds like a dream,right?! Except for the fact that.. I DON’T know how to swim,in fact I’m terrified of the thought of swimming! When I was a little girl I almost drowned and since then I’m terrified of water,even the simple thought of it makes me shiver.

So I don’t know what was I thinking when I agreed with my boyfriend’s horrifying idea of buying a house WITH A POOL on it! And of course that the damn thing not only had to be large but also deep.

So here I am now,sitting on the living room couch,looking out the french doors that lead to the patio watching my boyfriend excitedly fill up the pool and the pool toys so we can “happily” enjoy our newest acquisition.

“Y/N? Babe,can you come out here for a second please?”

I reluctantly got up from the couch and made my way towards him outside.

“Yes,Ro?”

He looked at me with a frown and said “Why aren’t you changed into your bikini yet?”

I gulped before I respond “I don’t have any”

“You mean,you didn’t brought any?We can take the car and get a pair at our old house”he said with a smile

“No babe, I mean like, I don’t own a pair”

“That’s not a problem either,we can go to Target so you can buy one” he responded still smiling

“What I’m trying to say is that I don’t wanna buy one...” I said with a low voice

“Oh..so you wanna go skinny dipping huh?” He deviously smirks at me and started to take his shirt off “Ugh,I love the way you think baby girl” with that he closed the distance between us and captured my lips in the most sensual kiss.

“Hmmm...Roman..wait.”

He reached to the hem of my tank top

“Ro, I gotta tell you something..”

“Later,baby..” He hummed while he pulled my tank top over my head and I took advantage of the break to say

“Ro,baby, I don’t know how to swim and also I may or may not be terrified of water since I almost drowned when I was a kid” I said as fast as I could

“What?Wait...Y/N why you never told me this before,my angel?”

“Because the subject never came up..” I embarrassedly said

“Babe,how the subject never came up when I suggested that we should by a house WITH a pool on it so WE could enjoy it?Didn’t the subject came up then?” He asked slightly angry

“It did” My voice was barely a whisper

“So,why didn’t you said ‘Roman, I don’t wanna buy a house with a pool on it,because I don’t know how to swim and I’m terrified of water?’ You should’ve told me beforehand!”

Oh boy,now he was really angry! I’ve officially woken the beast

“I’m sorry... I didn’t say anything because,I saw your excitement when you saw the pool,and I know how much you like to swim,so I just wanted you to be happy with our new house.” I finished my sentence right before the tears start to roll down my cheek.

“Baby girl,come here” He pulled me towards his chest and buried his face on the crook of my neck “I didn’t mean to make you cry baby,I’m so sorry.” He kissed my neck and holded my face between his hands,looked me in the eyes and said “Will you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive Ro,it’s fine..”

“No it isn’t! I shouldn’t have talked to you like that, I was an asshole for no reason” he wiped my eyes off “I love you,so much..Just please promise me you will tell me beforehand if you don’t want something,this is OUR house! I want you to be as happy with it as I am.”

“I love you too big guy,and I promise,no more surprise announcements” I pout my lips so he could peck it,which he happily did

“So now that we have the pool...let’s help you out with your water fear,shall we?”

“Oh no no n-“

“Shhh yes yes yes! Take you close off baby” he smirked

“But Roman I don’t have a bikini or swimsuit”

“Oh baby girl,since when that’s gonna stop us?”

“Are you implying that I should overcome my water fear by getting in the water naked?With you?”

“C’mon babe,don’t get all shy on me now..we both know that you’ve got nothing that I haven’t seen before or haven’t enjoyed to it’s fullest” he looked me up and down with hungry eyes “Besides” he stepped closer and whispered above my ear “We both also know that,you ain’t got one single bone of shyness on ya” He slowly stepped back to his original place with that delicious look on his face and I couldn’t help but finish stripping my clothes off.

Once I was fully naked,he eagerly removed his own clothes,entered the pool and reached his arms towards me,making a ‘come hear’ motion with his hands. And as much as I wanted to go I just froze in place.

I started to sweat profusely,my heart was beating so fast I swear it was going to explode,my breath became shallow,I felt nauseous,my mouth was drier than the desert, I felt dizzy, I thought I was gonna faint...Until I felt a pair of wet strong arms surround my waist pulling me back from my near mental breakdown. *When did he came out of the pool?* I thought

“Y/N look at me” His voice was soft and sweet like melted chocolate,and I looked up slowly to meet that beautiful pair of warm brown eyes.

“It’s okay baby,you’re safe. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you, I’m not gonna push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with,we gonna take baby steps ok?” When I nodded,he continued “Good,now we’re gonna enter through the shallow side of the pool together and we’re gonna keep going until the water hits our waist,I’m not gonna let you go ok?” I just nodded again.

We entered the pool and as soon as I felt the water hit my calves I panicked.

“I can’t do this,I can’t do this..” I whispered

“Baby girl,look at me” he said with a soothing voice,when I met his gaze he continued “You’re doing great baby!You’re so strong and so beautiful,it’s just the two of us here,focus on me baby...” I started to relax so he pulled us further in,the water hit my hips and I started slightly panicking again.When he realized he rapidly said

“Hey Y/N,can you give me a hug baby?”

“What?”

“I said,if you could give me a hug?”

“Ummmm Sure?Why not” I said confused

He pulled me into his arms tightly and started babbling random things like: the details about our first date,our first road trip together,our terrible first year anniversary,the time that Jimmy bought lasagna from that very doubtful place near our old house and spent the whole night proclaiming his porcelain throne.

“Do you remember his face?” Roman asked between laughs

“Yes I do! You even took his picture while he was on the toilet with the Polaroid,wrote ‘Porcelain God’ on the photo and hanged up in the locker room so everybody could see” I was laughing so hard that tears started to roll down my cheeks.Roman couldn’t control himself either,so he let out a breathless “Man,he got so fucking mad about it”.

Once we were able to control our laughs,we enjoyed the few minutes of comfortable silence until I moved a little bit,felt the water around my waist and just like that,all the effort my lovely boyfriend did to distract me from my dying fear went down the drain.

“Oh my God,I’m gonna drown,Roman help me please...I’m gon-“ My words were cut off by his lips on mine.He was kissing me like a horny teenage boy,he turned us over,so my back could rest on the pool wall,he made sure that my arms and legs were securely locked around his neck and waist before he could start to roam his hands on my breasts,pinching my nipples.

“Hmmmm” I moaned

Once he was happy with how hard my nipples were,he roamed his hands further down,until he found what he was looking for.

“Oh my sweet baby girl” He circled my clit with his middle and ring finger

“Ah Roman” I whined

“Always so responsive baby” He applied more pressure making me moan his name deeper “I love when you moan baby..” He increased his fingers speed “It’s always so fucking hot!No woman can moan like you can,you’re the only one who can make my dick rock hard just by moaning my name..Fuck,here baby,take a look for yourself” He grabbed one of my hands and lowered down to his cock,making me grip it.

When I lightly squeezed,he growled.

“See what you do to me? Do you see the power you hold against me? I’m powerless around you baby, whenever you’re around me I’m helpless! Everything you do turns me on,your body,your voice,your smile,the way you look at me,the way you care about me...the slightest move you make has my cock wide awake to serve you as you please,my queen.”

Roman always had a way with his words,that’s how he convinced everyone to do everything he wanted,me included! And he was just succeeding,because right now the last thing I remembered was that I was inside of that damn pool!

“Ro,please..”

“What is it? Do you want me to fuck you baby? Is that it?” His voice getting deeper and deeper

“Mhmmm” Was the only thing I could say.

Then suddenly I felt a tug on my arms, the cold wind against my wet naked (now out of the pool) body,Roman’s lips on mine before he quickly say

“Now we don’t you to get drowned,do we?!” And smirked while he picked me up from the floor,leading us towards our bedroom.

Maybe this whole pool thing wasn’t a bad idea afterall.

#roman reigns imagine #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns #masochist writes #wwe imagine

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tsukkisbean · 4 years

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baby steps

pairings: tsukishima x fem!reader x kuroo (all characters are aged up)

genre: fluff, smut, slight angst (if you squint ), bf!tsukishima, neighbour!kuroo

warnings: threesome-ish, loss of virginity, swearing, dirty talk, oral, fingering, sub!reader, dom!kuroo, dom!tsukishima, daddy kink, sir kink, orgasm denial, degradation, praising, cock warming, slight jealousy/possessivenes, mirror sex, unprotected sex

word count: 4.1k

a/n: another change of pace for my work!! ty to @lunarkawa and @krynnza for doing a read through and boosting my confidence about this piece <3

summary: you and tsukishima have been dating for awhile now but have never gone further than making out. tsukishima has been feeling unsettled mainly because you’re more experienced than he is. nonethless, he’s determined to make your first time together worthwhile and to do so he enlists the help of his high school volleyball mentor who also happens to be your neighbour.

“I’m sorry, what?” you stare at your boyfriend, mouth slightly agape. You reach out to grab hold of the side of the kitchen table, trying to stabilize yourself. Never in a million years did you ever think Tsukishima would suggest something like this.

“I know it’s out of the blue, but I’m not exactly experienced. You and I both know Kuroo pretty well so I thought he would be the perfect person to help us out.” You search Tsukishima’s face for any trace of doubt, but he stares back at you with an eagerness that you’ve never seen before.

You bring your hands over your eyes gently applying pressure, wondering if you were dreaming right now. You let out a sigh, “Kei are you sure this is what you want?” On the outside your boyfriend tended to act cool, even a bit smug at times. But you knew him well enough by now to know that he still had tendencies to feel inferior towards others. In fact, the one who first mentioned it to you was Kuroo, the day after training camp when you and Tsukishima were still first years.

“Y/N, if I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t be asking you right now. All I want to do is make you feel good, but to do that I need help from Kuroo” you couldn’t help but feel touched by his words.

“All right fine, but if either of us starts to get uncomfortable we have to stop right away.” Tsukishima nods, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. Slowly his lips begin to trace down your face, hands circling your waist. You can feel your heart rate start to pick up as he presses your bodies together. Before his lips can meet yours, a loud knock causes the two of you to jump apart.

When you open the door, you’re met with a familiar face, “Kuroo? What are you doing here?”

The dark hair male lets out a laugh, gently pushing you backwards to let himself in, “What? Four eyes didn’t tell you about our agreement?”

Before you can say anything, Kuroo turns around, pushing your body against the back of the door, shutting it closed. He plants his hands firmly against the door on either side of your head. You gulp at the close proximity, and you’re hyper aware of the fact that the shirt you’re wearing (courtesy of Tsukishima) barely gives your legs any coverage.

“W-we did but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.”

Kuroo leans into your ear, his warm breath causing shivers to run down your spine, “Well, we’ve got a lot to cover so I thought sooner better than later.” he lowers his head slightly, gently pressing his lips against your neck, “Besides, I know how you used to look at me and quite frankly, I can’t wait to have you under me, just begging me to fuck you.” You can feel your face burning up and from your peripheral you can see Tsukishima fuming. You place your hands on Kuroo’s chest, trying your best to push him away and Kuroo turns back to look at Tsukishima, shooting him a smirk.

You clear your throat, trying to cut the tension in the air, “Um, well then. I think we should agree on some ground rules first, right guys?” Your eyes dart nervously between the two tall males before you.

“I only have two rules. First, the two of you can’t kiss, and second no leaving hickeys on Y/N.” You look at Tsukishima, the surprise evident on your face. You were certain he was going to object to more than just that. Kuroo only grunts in response, and for a second you think you might see jealousy cross his face.

You brush the thought aside and nod in agreement, “Kei and I already talked about this but as soon as any of us get uncomfortable we have to stop.” Kuroo takes your hand, leading you towards your bedroom, “Alright princess, whatever you say.”

The time it takes to move from the front door to your bedroom passes in a flash. Kuroo sits himself on your bed, gently patting the space between his legs. You oblige and situate yourself between his legs, back firmly pressed against his chest. “Now four eyes, this is normally where I’d start kissing my partner, but given the circumstances I can’t do that.”

Tsukishima scoffs and strides across the room towards the bed. His tall frame towers over the two of you momentarily before he bends down to catch your lips in a kiss. From behind Kuroo slips his hands under your shirt, gently running his knuckles along your waist. When he begins to plant open mouth kisses along your neck, you can’t help but moan into Tsukishima’s mouth.

Kuroo wraps one arm around your waist, his other hand grabbing a fistful of hair to tilt your head to the side for better access. Suddenly, you’re being jerked backwards and your lips are separated from Tsukishima’s.

“C’mon four eyes, you call that a kiss? All I’m doing is kissing her neck and she’s moaning for me.” You can’t see it but you’re positive there’s a smug grin plastered on his face, “Let me show you how it’s done, just this once.”

You watch as Tsukishima bites the inside of his cheek, obviously feeling conflicted. You reach out to hold his hand in your own, “Kei, you’re doing fine. If you’re not comfortable then-”

“Okay.”

Kuroo immediately grabs your chin, turning your face towards his and smashing your lips together. Your hand reaches back, tangling itself in his hair eliciting a soft groan each time you give it a gentle tug. The kiss is sloppy, your teeth knocking together almost painfully every so often. But It’s different from when Tsukishima kisses you; there’s a sense of urgency, a longing, and it feels like your heart is one fire; a completely new feeling to you. When he pulls away, you let out a small whimper.

“And that four eyes, is how you kiss someone.”

Kuroo stands, pushing you up with him and now you’re face to face with Tsukishima. When your eyes meet you feel small under his intense gaze and you’re uncertain if he’s angry or turned on by the whole ordeal.

“Now that we’re done with the elementary stuff lets move on, shall we?”

Without missing a beat, you’re thrown against the bed. The way Kuroo’s eyes eat you up as he crawls on top of you causes a shiver to run up your spine. You hate to admit it but at one point you did have a tiny crush on him. But you assumed all he ever saw you as was his cute (and probably annoying) little neighbour that followed him around like a puppy whenever she got the chance. You were content with liking him afar and all of that vanished when you met Tsukishima. But now that you were trapped under Kuroo, those feelings began to bubble back to the surface.

You snap out of your thoughts when Kuroo uses his knee to pry your legs open, nestling comfortably in-between them. His hands grab at the hem of your shirt, hiking it up so it pools just above your breasts. “No bra? What a dirty girl. I can’t believe four eyes hasn’t fucked you yet.”

Your face heats up and you try to cover what you can with your arms but Kuroo grabs both your wrists, pinning them above your head. His lips find your collarbone, gently nipping at your skin as he drifts downwards, stopping momentarily at your chest. In one swift movement, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud.

The cool afternoon air hits your lower region as your panties are ripped from your body. “Kuroo what the he- oh fuck” you’re cut off as he pushes two fingers into you. You bite down harshly on your lower lip to try to hold back your moans.

Kuroo releases your sensitive bud from his mouth, raising himself slightly, cooing into your ear, “Y/N, if you want me to give you what you want, be a good girl for daddy and stop holding back.” When you don’t respond, he adds a third finger, slowing his pace slightly to help you adjust to the stretch. The pad of his thumb finds your clit, drawing harsh circles in an attempt to make you let out more than a whimper. Still, you keep your mouth clamped shut not wanting to give him the satisfaction of breaking you so easily. Especially not when your boyfriend is watching.

A familiar knot begins to form in your stomach, and you squeeze your eyes shut. And by the way Kuroo increases his speed, he knows that you’re close.

The feeling fades as quickly as it came, Kuroo’s hand coming to a stop, “Kuroo, what the fuck.” your eyes open, shooting him the dirtiest look you can manage. You try to buck your hips upwards for any sort of friction but it’s no use.

“I told you, you have to be a good girl to get what you want.”

Kuroo lifts himself off of you, this time situating his face in-between your legs. Your head starts to spin as he runs his hands along your legs, peppering kisses on your inner thighs. The ache between your legs starts to become unbearable; you need some sort of release.

Propping yourself onto one elbow, you use your free hand to push Kuroo’s head towards your dripping sex. “I’ll be good, daddy. Just please please do something. Anything.”

With that, Kuroo hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. Flattening his tongue, he licks a long stripe against your folds, groaning when he finally gets a taste of you. The way his tongue darts in and out of you makes your head spin, moans and curses spilling out of your mouth mindlessly.

A low groan catches your attention and you lazily turn your head to the side, eyes focusing on the blonde boy standing a few feet away from the side of the bed. His hair is messier than usual and trails of sweat drip down the side of his face. You notice how tense his jaw is and for a moment you worry if he’s upset. But your eyes travel downwards to prove you wrong.

The tent in Tsukishima’s pants is so painfully obvious you wonder how he managed to stay quiet for this long, “Kei, come here.”

He quickly obliges, long fingers scrambling to undo the drawstring of his sweatpants. You could have swore you drooled a little when you see his cock springing from its confinement.

Tsukishima takes a hold of his length, gently tapping the tip against your lips, signalling you to open up and you happily do so. He doesn’t hesitate to push himself into your mouth entirely, causing you to gag slightly. He lets out a low growl, the feeling of your throat tightening around him only arousing him more. He grabs a fistful of your hair and starts thrusting into your mouth. “Look at my pretty girlfriend, you’re taking me so well.”

The sensation of having Kuroo lapping away at your arousal, and Tsukishima fucking your throat starts to get too much. Your thighs are quivering, your mouth is starting to fall slack, but both males refuse to let go of you. Kuroo brings his thumb back to your clit, rubbing harsh circles in an attempt to help you reach your high. You can feel the pressure starting to build up in your stomach again, and you feel yourself involuntarily clench around Kuroo’s tongue. Just as you feel yourself about to let go, Kuroo pulls away again. You let out a muffled whine, your mouth still preoccupied with your boyfriend.

Tsukishima’s grip on your hair gets rougher, his pace getting sloppier by the second. You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel a hand wipe away the tears brimming eyes. It only takes one look at your boyfriend for him to come undone in your mouth, your name mixed with some colourful language filling the room.

Tsukishima pulls out of your mouth, releasing you from his grip so he can pull his sweats back up.

You let your head fall back onto the mattress, trying to catch your breath. But before you can rest for too long Kuroo grabs you by the ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“Well since your boyfriend will probably be out of commission for awhile, I guess it’s my turn.” Kuro shoves his pants and boxers down in one go, lining up with your entrance. You brace yourself but when he stops just before your entrance you let out a loud whine, “Kuroo, move.”

The dark hair male chuckles at your neediness, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear, “Remember when I said I wanted you to beg? Well now’s the time.” You shudder at the lowness of his voice, “Oh and make sure to use the right name, baby girl.”

You look over at your boyfriend, expecting him to object, “We don’t have all day Y/N.” His response catches you off guard, was he really okay with this? Your eyes dart between the two boys, uncertain what to do.

But the longer you lay there, the more annoying the aching feeling between your legs becomes. You’ve been denied your orgasm twice now and you sure as hell didn’t want to make it a third.

Your legs jolt when Kuroo starts to rub the head of his cock against your folds. Without warning, he slams his hips into yours, eliciting a loud moan from you. He rocks steadily into you, his pace never faltering. For the third time you can feel your orgasm building up as your back arches off the bed, your mind getting hazy.

And for the third time he stops, his fingers digging into your hip as if to silently taunt you.

You let a out a loud wail, “FUCK. Daddy, please fuck me.”

In one swift motion, one of your legs is thrown over Kuroo’s shoulder and he starts rocking to you once more. His thrusts are long but each time he slams back into you, you feel like you’re being torn apart.“I bet you’ve been dreaming of the day you get fucked by me.”

“Y-yes.”

You can feel him slow down and you clench around him in an attempt to get him to keep going

“Sorry, what was that?”

At this point you’re blubbering, so desperate to reach your high after being denied so many times. “ ‘lways wanted to be fucked by you, d-daddy.” Your words start to slur together through the mixture of sobs and moans.

“Such a slut, letting yourself get fucked right in front of your boyfriend.”

One of his hands finds its way back to your clit, the other intertwining with yours. He presses your foreheads together, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate. You squeeze your eyes shut, clenching around Kuroo’s length, silently hoping that this time you would get to climax.

Your body starts to convulse, and finally after what seems like ages, your high comes crashing down in waves. Kuroo is still thrusting into you, chasing his own high and it’s not long before he pulls out, releasing his load onto your stomach.

You close your eyes and try to catch your breath. The weight of the bed shifts as Kuroo gets up and you hear the sound of rustling clothes, hushed voices and footsteps. You try to lift your head to see what’s going on but your body refuses to cooperate. Slowly, your mind starts to drift off but you’re brought back to reality when a cool cloth makes contact with your skin. The shirt that was scrunched against your collarbones is gently rolled back down to cover your bare body.

You open your eyes to see your boyfriend hovering over you. The expression on his face is one you know all too well. Before you can say anything, he removes himself from the bed and heads to the bathroom.

Using all the power you have left, you push yourself up and trail behind him, leaning your body against the bathroom door frame, “Kei, are you alright?”

His back is faced towards you but you can see his dark expression in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. He says nothing, so you cautiously make your way over to him. Taking his hand into yours, you turn him to face you.

“Y/N is what you said true?”

Tsukishima frowns when you don’t respond right away, pulling his hand away from you, “Is it true that you’ve always wanted Kuroo to fuck you?”

You can’t help but feel bad, the uncertainty evident in his eyes. You reach out to hold his face in your hands. “Listen, at one time I did like Kuroo, but that was back at the beginning of high school; before we got to know each other. Plus, it was just a silly childish crush.” you pull his face towards you, peppering light kisses along his jawline, stopping just before his lips, “I said what I said in the heat of the moment. But really,” you look up at him with half lidded eyes, “The only person I want to fuck me, is you.”

Tsukishima leans over to capture your lips and this time around his kiss is full of confidence. His hands find your waist, hoisting you up to place you on the bathroom counter. You wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer to your body.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you happily part your lips for him. Your tongues meet in a heated battle for dominance, but you can tell you’re fighting a losing battle. The two of you pull apart to catch your breath momentarily, Tsukishima’s hands busy themselves with removing your shirt.

“Put your feet on the counter”

Your lips quirk into a playful smile, an idea popping into your head.

“Yes, sir.” You do as you’re told, pulling your legs up onto the counter, your cunt on full display.

You can tell you caught Tsukishima off guard by the way his ears turn a deep red.

His hand finds its place in between your legs, a single finger dragging along your folds. You lean back onto your palms, trying to angle yourself for some sort of relief, but Tsukishima’s free hand pushes your hips down to stop you.

“Y/N, you’re not allowed to move unless I say so, understand?” You nod frantically not wanting a repeat of the events from earlier, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

A soft kiss meets your temple, “Good girl.” But the sweet moment is cut short when Tsukishima’s fingers curl inside of you. His lips keep themselves busy with any skin he can reach, nipping and sucking, surely to leave marks.

The angle you’re sitting at starts to get uncomfortable and you have trouble keeping your knees pressed to your body, so you try to shift to a more comfortable position as discreetly as possible. However, your movement doesn’t go unnoticed. As your boyfriend starts to pull away, you claw at his wrist, “Kei, please!”

His face is almost in a scowl, but you can see the hint of softness in his eyes, “Baby, I don’t think you’re in a position to disobey me.” He holds up his hand, the webbing of your arousal glistening off his fingers, “But it’s obvious you don’t know how to follow orders.”

“Stand up” you scramble to push yourself off the counter, if not for Tsukishima being right in front of you would have face planted on the ground. He catches you by the elbow, helping you to stand up. His spins you around around so that your back meets his shoulders momentarily before the weight of his hand is on your neck and your upper body meets the bathroom counter.

The counter feels cool against your burning skin and you involuntarily clench at nothing in anticipation of what’s about to come next. Quickly removing his sweats, Tsukishima easily slips inside of you but stops as soon as your lower regions meet. You should have seen it coming and you’re about to complain but what you don’t expect is him leaning over to press butterfly kisses along your neck and shoulder blades.

His lips are barely touching your skin, but each kiss makes you shudder, and your boyfriend smiles against your skin, knowing he has you right where he wants you, “Lets just stay like this a little bit, hm?”

You let out a small whimper in response but it feels like time is standing still. Starting to get frustrated, you clench around your boyfriend’s length, eliciting a low growl from him.

“I’m trying to be intimate with you yet you’re acting like such a needy slut.” The hand that was holding you down finds its place in your hair, forcefully tugging you back, your back hitting his chest with a thud; his other hand finding its place on your hip.

Your eyes meet your reflection; your hair is all over the place, and your cheeks are still stained from your tears from earlier in the day. Your neck and chest are littered with love bites that will probably last days.

Your gaze drifts back upwards to meet your boyfriend’s but this time there’s something dark in his eyes. You swallow the lump in your throat, your body starting to tense up.

“Love, I’m going to fuck you and you have to watch through the mirror, okay? If you look away, even for a second, I’ll stop.”

You nod the best you can while his hand still has a hold on your hair, “Y-yes sir.”

Hearing your confirmation, he finally starts to move his hips. His thrusts are slow but powerful, causing your face to twist in pleasure as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

The hand on your hip moves to hook under one of your legs, bring it onto the counter, the new angle hitting deeper than before. His pace starts to pick up and tears threaten to spill from your eyes. “K-kei, Too much.” But your pleas go in one ear and out the other.

“You’re such a greedy cry baby. You keep begging me to fuck you and now you’re telling me you can’t handle it?”

His fingertips brush along your leg before settling between your legs. Electricity jolts your body when he finds your clit, your heartbeat feels like it’s about to break your rib cage. If it weren’t for the fact that your body was trapped against the counter and Tsukishima you probably wouldn’t be able to stand up on your own.

“Did it feel like this when Kuroo was fucking you?”

You shake your head, your voice comes out strained from all the crying, “No- you feel better. S’good Kei.”

He presses your face against yours, kissing away your tears, “That’s funny, I could have sworn you said it was too much. Sure you don’t want me to stop?”

One of your hands shoots up to the nape of Tsukishima’s neck, fingers gripping his hair as you try to anchor yourself, “No, please. More, want more.”

You make eye contact with your boyfriend in the mirror, and he shoots you a condescending grin, knowing he has you wrapped around your finger. His thrusts start to speed up in conjunction with his hand and in response, your body starts trembling uncontrollably.

"Be a good slut and cum for me, hm?”

You can barely find the strength to form a sentence, “Gonna-” but before you can finish talking you feel your climax wash over you.

Tsukishima continues to thrust into you, letting you ride out your orgasm while chasing his own high. Your lower region is sore from all the stimulation, but you clench around him, causing him to bite down on your shoulder. You let out a small grunt in pain, but you choose to ignore it, focusing on helping your boyfriend.

Your insides feel warm as he releases into you, feeling every throb and pulse against your walls.

Your boyfriend’s body slumps on top of you, pushing you back down onto the bathroom counter, “Kei get off me, you’re heavy.”

“Shut up, I just did all the work. Let me rest for a second.”

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cloudywriter · 3 years

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camp staghorn - 4

it’s finally here - been a second ik. updates may be a tad slow these coming two weeks because so much stuff is about to be going on but hang tight. i might extend the story and just have the parts be a little shorter so it’s more manageable because right now it’s suppose to be around 9 parts. anyway, enjoy!

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Hours later the memory of Rowan’s face as he wrapped the towel around her was still drifting around Aelin’s mind like a feather in the wind.

He looked so unguarded, his features soft and his perpetual frown absent. Aelin wished she could have paused time right there. She wished she could’ve taken a moment to study him. It made her want to pick up a pencil and sketch him though the most she could draw would be a lopsided stick figure. If she were an artist she would’ve made him her muse.

Her campers, however, demanded revenge, an eye for an eye. As far as they were concerned, Rowan had made a direct attack on Aelin. A punishable offense. They’d been eagerly chattering all afternoon, developing plan after plan of intricate ways to right Rowan’s wrong. Aelin, though, was a little preoccupied.

She desperately needed to snap out of it, she needed to splash some cold water on her face and come back to reality. Rowan had trespassed into their camp site and outwardly tampered with their plumbing, she couldn’t let it go now.

No, Aelin Galathynius wasn’t really the kind of girl who let things go. It didn’t matter how attractive the perpetrator was.

Aelin and her girls now found themselves roaming aimlessly through the main camp. Technically it was their rest time when they were supposed to cool down and get out of the sun for a while. They were on a different mission though, they needed to scope out Rowan’s camp.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before they were found. His boys were loud and rambunctious their voices led Aelin’s group right to them like a bread trail in the woods. They were on the rock wall, taking turns racing each other up while the others cheered from below.

Each boy was suited up in harnesses and helmets. Aelin might’ve spent a little too long checking out Rowan. He was at the bottom of the wall with a rope attached to his harness, acting as one of the counselors managing the boys as they climbed up and then propelled down.

Aelin deduced it was the perfect time to strike, they were distracted and unsuspecting. He likely didn’t intend for her to have a new plan up her sleeve so soon.

Aelin and her girls kept their distance, crouched behind a line of tall pine trees that acted as the perfect cover.

“Well, ladies, what’s the plan?” Aelin inquired.

The girls gave each other a few affirming nods, silently agreeing upon a plan.

“We think we should put a butt load of salt into their water jugs back at camp,” Ansel finally spoke up.

“You think?”

“Yeah, they’ll have to be thirsty now and drink all their water. Then they’ll have to fill them up when they get to camp,” Borte declared.

Aelin decided to let her girls take the lead on this one and agreed. “Well, let’s go grab all the salt shakers from the dining hall.”

The girls nodded their heads in excitement, racing back down the path. Aelin followed behind, making sure none of their commotion drew unwanted attention.

After conjuring up at least 14 salt shakers and even an extra container of salt they found in a cabinet they trekked to cabin 1E as denoted on the map in the front of the dining hall.

That map has turned out to be quite convenient indeed.

They went to work quickly, splitting up and unscrewing the lids of the three multi-gallon water dispensers around the boys’ camp. Their hour of rest was quickly coming to a close and they needed to execute their plan quickly.

Aelin and the girls dumped generous amounts of salt into each jug. Ansel even made rounds stirring each one with a stick.

“Where did you get that stick?” Aelin asked.

“The ground,” Ansel replied simply, continuing to stir in the white granules.

“And you're stirring their water with it?” Aelin clarified.

“They’ll survive,” Ansel said earnestly as she removed the stick from one water jug and started on another. Aelin only shrugged, she probably wasn’t wrong.

The girls heard laughter from afar and perked up.

“Put the lids back on!” Aelin commanded quietly. The girls scrambled to cover the water again and camouflage themselves in the forest.

Aelin tightened the lid on the remaining jug and raced to join her girls concealed behind the trees and undergrowth.

The laughing got louder as the group got closer and closer, making their way up the rough dirt path. When they came into view Aelin could tell with their sweaty, flushed faces that they were definitely in need of water.

Much to Aelin’s luck as soon as Rowan came over the slight incline he started filling his empty water bottle with the dispenser situated just outside his camp’s cabin. The other boys also lined up at the various water stations, taking turns.

“Rowan,” one of the boys spoke up. “This water tastes funny.”

“Camp water always tastes funny,” another boy replied. “I’m sure it’s okay,” Rowan insisted. He squirted some water over his face in an attempt to cool off after being in the hot sun for hours. His cheeks were red, heated by the sun, it made his green eyes impossibly greener to the point they resembled the bright green of the surrounding foliage. He ran a hand down his face and through his hair.

Immediately, as soon as the water hit the boys’ tongues, they started spitting it out, Rowan included. A few yucks and why is it so salty could be heard, but the best part was definitely the boys’ faces. Even Rowan’s was morphed into an expression of pure repulse.

Aelin’s girls struggled to contain their giggles, clamping their hands over their mouths in a futile attempt to stifle them. Rowan seemed to be the only boy to clue into the muffled noises coming from the forest that definitely weren’t the chatter of songbirds. Aelin could tell his eyes were searching the surrounding greenery, on the lookout for anything amiss.

“Alright, I’ll go get us some fresh water, okay guys?” Rowan decided.

The boys nodded their agreement, a few still wiping at their mouths. Rowan turned around, starting down the path back to the main camp once again. A few of the girls around Aelin gave each other silent high fives, celebrating their successful prank. One more point for Aelin.

Aelin was about to suggest that they move out and get ready to feign innocence back at lunch when a pair of thick arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up.

“Thought you were sneaky, huh?” Rowan spoke directly into Aelin’s ear, his breath ruffling the golden blonde hair that had escaped from her ponytail.

Rowan spun her around and exclaimed to his boys, “I’ve caught the offender!”

Her campers were playing along, pulling at Rowan’s shirt, trying to save their counselor. Even Aelin was laughing as she was trying to wiggle out of Rowan’s strong embrace but he kept her back pressed firmly to his chest.

“What should we do with her boys?” Rowan asked.

“Make her walk the plank!” A boy with curly brown hair shouted, punching his fist in the air.

“Alright,” Rowan conceded and began dramatically leading Aelin towards the dock down by the lake.

“No! Rowan, no, please!” Aelin began struggling but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face.

“What else do you suggest, princess? I can’t just let you go free after committing such a crime.”

Aelin shifted just enough so she could face Rowan better, “I’ll do anything,” she breathed in such a way that she knew it would catch Rowan off guard. Just as she predicted, Rowan’s arms loosened for a second. Men were just too easy.

Aelin took the moment of reprieve gratefully and tore out of Rowan’s grasp, dashing back into the forest for cover. Rowan chased her, twigs snapping close behind. She bolted, swatting low hanging branches out of her way and gritting her teeth as thorns tore at her shins but she couldn’t afford to be caught again. She could hear Rowan following but losing ground as the forest grew denser.

Aelin took the moment of reprieve gratefully and tore out of Rowan’s grasp, dashing back into the forest for cover. She knew Rowan was chasing after her by the sound of twigs snapping close behind. She increased her speed, swatting at low hanging branches and gritting her teeth as thorns tore at her shins, but she couldn’t afford to be caught again. Rowan began to lose ground as the forest grew denser while Aelin was able to maneuver through from years of experience playing hide and seek in the woods with Aedion.

The forest suddenly opened up into a small meadow, long grass and bright wildflowers swayed back and forth with the breeze. Aelin looked back to determine Rowan’s position for only a moment when he was on her, pulling her down into the delicate green grass that spread across the field like a blanket.

They were both panting and could still hear the shouting of their campers through the trees. Aelin and Rowan were both on their backs, gulping down air.

“You know I’ll have to get you back for that now.”

Aelin pinched his side, “I know.”

Rowan only swatted her hand away before pushing himself back up to his feet. He held a hand out for Aelin, an offer. Aelin decided to take it, allowing him to effortlessly pull her to her own feet. He held onto her hand for a beat longer than necessary before letting it return back to her side.

Rowan was studying Aelin, making her suddenly feel self-conscious. Was there grass in her hair?

“What are you staring at?” Aelin finally caved.

Rowan smirked. “Nothing, just thinking about how I should repay you for that salt water fiasco.”

“Do your worst, Whitethorn.”

“I intend to, Galathynius.”

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hope y’all like it so far & you’ll get some more rowan’s part of the story & his revenge in the next part. very fun. xoxo. let me know if you wanna be added to my rowaelin taglist!

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jingabitch · 4 years

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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell ch.2

Summary: When you were ten, Taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. Now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

Word count: 10.7k

A/N: Did this girl bang out 3000-odd words in one night so that she could post it before Chinese New Year so that she could reach 888 followers by CNY? Yes. Yes she did. I hope you guys enjoy this, and please share and follow for more if you liked it!!

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You’d learned years ago what Taehyung was like in the weeks leading up to his heat. Overly moody, grumpy, and most of all, hungry. It was probably his body trying to load up on calories before five or so days where there was intense physical exertion without much opportunity to eat.

It had never been an awkward thing for you – after all, werewolf heat was a basic part of their biology, so no one made a big deal out of it. And since they never said anything about your own cycle, you afforded them the same courtesy, just taking it in your stride and doing your best to make it easier on them.

So it wasn’t surprising to you when one day in the middle of winter, Taehyung wolfed down (ha) his breakfast at twice his usual speed and then started looking furtively over at your plate. Sighing, you just pushed it towards him and went to make yourself something else. You made a mental note to make more food tomorrow, and braced yourself for the coming few weeks, where he would be alternately clingy and grumpy – or, interestingly enough, both at the same time.

His heats were never a big deal for you – if he had a heat partner, you mostly stayed out of his way, and stayed with the other boys instead. They were always more than happy to spend a whole week spoiling you and getting cute cuddles. If he didn’t, you usually ended up being the one to take care of him since the others had their own schedules and were out of the house most days. It wasn’t anything much – you just checked in on him once in a while, made sure he was eating and drinking water, and maybe wiped him down if he was too sweaty.

You didn’t expect that anything would change this year, although obviously you’d missed his last two heats, which he’d spent in the military facility. In preparation for his heat, you went to the supermarket and stocked up on food that would be easy for him to eat, like fruit and granola bars, making sure to pick his favourite brand which was, obviously, an extremely fancy and overpriced one.

While you continued your preparations for his heat, blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil, Taehyung was an absolute mess. Ever since his preheat started, he’d been racking his brains for a solution to the problem that wouldn’t arouse your suspicion, and coming up empty. There was no way he could get rid of you for a week without you figuring out something was up, since you knew he didn’t have a heat partner and it had never been a thing before for you to leave.

Everything was, of course, made more complicated by the fact that the closer he got to his heat, the more he didn’t want you to leave. He would wake up in the middle of the night wrapped around you, his face tucked into your neck and his hands gripping your waist possessively, and he would be burning up, panting for you.

You, of course, didn’t suspect a thing, and it truly was a testament to how comfortable you were with him that you weren’t noticing anything amiss. It really was remarkable how much could go over your head if you weren’t looking for it. If nothing else, the fact that he’d taken good enough care of you over the years that you were so complacent and comfortable around him was slight comfort. He knew your time at the shelter hadn’t been the best, and he was pleased that he’d managed to earn your trust, even if it did increase his guilt at taking advantage of it now.

His last hope, that he was clinging on to by a thread, was that since his heat was intended for the purpose of breeding, maybe he wouldn’t fixate on you. After all, you were human – you should be incompatible with him in that way. It wasn’t much, but it was all he had to go on.

Although really, anyone could have told him that that was a stupid plan. But since he’d refused to let anyone know what was going on, there was no one around to shake some sense into him.

His heat hit while he was at the studio. It had been a bad idea to go to work today, he knew it when he took three bites of the giant breakfast you’d cooked and turned his nose up at the rest of it, but they were starting to record their new song and he’d wanted to be there.

Unfortunately, his enthusiasm meant that when his heat hit in the afternoon, he was in the studio instead of comfortably waiting at home. The bright lights and sheer number of scents overwhelmed his senses, and he ended up curled in a corner of the room, desperately closing his eyes and trying to shut the world out, his head between his knees. His ears flicked repeatedly, before laying flat against his head in distress.

“Shit… we need to get him home,” Yoongi said, watching him groan pitifully, but when they tried to coax him to move, he refused, completely non-functional by this point and so uncomfortable that he couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Jimin tried to sit with him, hoping that his familiar scent would block out some of the harsher scents in the room, like the floor cleaner, but Taehyung just groaned and turned his face away, burying it in his shoulder. The rest of them looked on worriedly – his heat symptoms had never been this bad before.

Left without any other option, Namjoon called you, hoping that the familiar scent of home would soothe Taehyung enough to stop being a moaning mess on the floor of their studio long enough to go home and ride out the heat.

You’d never gotten anywhere so fast in your life. Hearing that Taehyung was in trouble spurred you to all but fly out of your house, speeding all the way to the studio in his extra car that he never let you drive. It was lucky that you’d learned how to drive in Geochang, you thought as you zipped into the parking lot at the BigHit building and raced up to the studio.

You burst into the room dramatically, panting from your exertion, and immediately zeroed in on Taehyung, who seemed to be feeling a little better than what you’d been led to believe, if the way he’d sat up and was looking at you was any indicator. His ears perked up too, indicating that he was no longer as distressed as he’d been just a minute ago.

“Hey,” you said softly as you approached slowly, not wanting to freak him out since his animal instincts were closer to the surface than usual. And, if you were being honest, the way his gaze fixated on you was almost predatory, triggering your flight instincts. Reassuring yourself that Taehyung would never hurt you, you continued to inch closer to him.

“How you doing, Tae-oppa?” you asked softly, getting on your knees next to him and pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the touch, and you wondered at his over-the-top reaction. Just how deep was he into his heat?

You made to pull your hand back, not wanting to cause him any more discomfort than necessary, but his hand shot up and grabbed your wrist. “Y/n…” he shuddered as he breathed your name. “You came,” he continued, looking up at you far more intensely than you thought the situation warranted, his long fingers stroking your wrist gently.

Hesitantly, you replied, “Uhh, yeah, Namjoon-oppa called me to come get you. Come on, let’s get you home,” you urged, trying to pull your hand away, but he tightened his grip around your wrist and made that impossible. You raised your brow at him, wondering why he insisted on staying in that corner instead of going home where he had pajamas, nice soft sheets on his bed, and could draw the curtains so the light didn’t hurt his eyes, but he stood up quite easily without letting go of you and started tugging you out of the room.

“Uh, okay then,” you mumbled, utterly confused now. When Namjoon had called you, he’d been almost panicked, describing what bad shape Taehyung was in and getting you all worried, but the man in front of you seemed completely fine. A little off-kilter, maybe, but that was only to be expected since he was going through heat, after all.

“Bye, oppas!” you said, waving at them as Taehyung pulled on your wrist, leading you down the hall and towards the elevator.

“Well, you look pretty good for someone in heat,” you told him as you waited for it to arrive, looking him up and down assessingly. “When Namjoon-oppa called me he was so panicked, and I freaked out too, but he must have been exaggerating,” you chattered on to fill the silence. You understood that Taehyung wasn’t really in the mood to make conversation right now, but somehow his intense gaze made the quiet feel a little uncomfortable.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and your attention was momentarily taken away from Taehyung, so you didn’t see the way he shuddered. It wasn’t that he was feeling better, it was that his heat had found a target, and all that shaky, general horniness and misery had turned into laser focus on you. You walked into the elevator with that little bounce in your step, and he followed after you, almost stalking you with how predatory his gait and gaze were.

You stopped and turned around in the middle of the lift, your eyes lifting habitually to the display on top of the doors, but Taehyung didn’t stop walking, bumping against you and causing you to drop your gaze to him. You gasped at the hungry expression on his face, but it didn’t deter him from backing you up against the wall. You squeaked in surprise as your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs, and in the second that it took you to get your bearings back, he’d moved his hands from the wall on either side of your shoulders to your waist, pulling you tightly to him as he buried his nose in your neck.

You just about jumped out of your skin when you felt his erection pressing against you, and your mind immediately leapt to work rationalizing it away. He was in heat, it was normal for him to have a boner, and it definitely had nothing to do with you, you tried to convince yourself. He was scenting you because you smelled familiar, like home, and it was comforting for him.

Trying not to squirm away in discomfort so you could help him, you stroked his hair in what you thought was a soothing gesture. “Tae-oppa, you okay?” you asked softly.

He groaned in response. “You smell so good,” he said, sniffing you aggressively as he pressed you into the wall. You gulped and looked up at the numbers flashing on the screen, indicating that you were close to the basement now. The moment the elevator door opened, you pulled away under the guise of leaving the elevator, and hurried to the car.

Taehyung insisted that he wanted to take the car he’d driven here back home, as it was more comfortable, but then refused to hand you the keys so you could drive, instead forcing you to fish them out of his front pocket. He’d boxed you in with his body against the car while you’d done it, too, staring at you so intently that it made your face heat as you averted your gaze, trying to grab his keys without any accidents.

When the keys were finally in your hands, you slipped into the driver’s seat, trying to avoid staring at Taehyung as he went around to the other side of the car and slid gracefully into the passenger seat. You didn’t know what was going on, but you weren’t prepared for any of this, and it was making you slightly uncomfortable, especially because you couldn’t be sure that you didn’t like it. As inappropriate and wrong as all of this was, as much as you knew that this was just because of his heat and to entertain any fantasies would be taking advantage of him in this vulnerable state, there was a part of you that felt a sliver of interest. That, under all the fear and discomfort, had thrilled at having

As you started the car, you studiously ignored Taehyung. He huffed and undid the top few buttons on his shirt, then fiddled with the seat so that he was in a more comfortable reclining position. Your mind raced as you drove home – he’d never acted like this with you before, and you wondered if he was okay. The heat seemed to be worse than in previous years, and he must be really out of it by now. Was it even possible for him to get through this heat without a partner?

At a red light, you snuck a glance over at him, relieved to see that his eyes were closed and he seemed to have fallen into a light doze. That was good, you thought, your heart warming at seeing his cute sleeping face. He should get some rest while he could, because it seemed like this heat would be hard on him. Your heart squeezed – it seemed unfair that hybrids had to go through this, and you wondered why on earth your ancestors had created hybrids this way.

After parking the car, you looked over at him and bit your lip. You didn’t really want to wake him up now that he seemed to be sleeping rather comfortably, but unfortunately there was no way that you would be able to carry a fully grown hybrid back to his apartment, so reluctantly, you reached over to shake him awake.

“Tae-oppa?” you called quietly. “We’re home.”

He stirred and looked at you with half-closed eyes, before nodding listlessly, and you felt like the scum of the earth for even entertaining the thought that his earlier actions were an advance, and especially for that tiny bit of arousal that you’d experienced feeling his erection dig into your belly earlier. He was clearly in a vulnerable position, and here you were, misinterpreting his actions and taking advantage of him by enjoying what his hormones were making him do.

It would do you well to remember that it was your ancestors who had made him like this. In a way, it was kind of your fault that he had to go through it, and you promised him silently that you would do whatever it took to help him through this.

You slid out of the car, then hurried over to the other side to help him out. He seemed a little woozy and weaker than normal, but otherwise fine, and even managed to get himself back to the apartment without any difficulty. A light sheen of sweat coated him by the time you’d reached the apartment, though, and he made to go straight to the bedroom, but you managed to coax him to take a shower first since it wasn’t likely that he would get another one before his heat ended.

“Tae-oppa?” you called as he was headed into the bathroom, already stripping his shirt off.

He grunted in acknowledgement, but didn’t turn around or stop.

“Do you want me to call someone to help you with your heat? Maybe Minhee-unnie, or Haeun-unnie?” you suggested some of his previous heat partners, girls he’d hooked up with regularly in the past. There were also services that provided heat partners, but you didn’t know if anyone would be available on such short notice.

Taehyung thought about it. It would probably be smart to find a partner to ride this heat out – it was hitting far stronger than he’d anticipated and he could scarcely think straight, especially now that he was in the apartment where your scent was so incredibly intense and mixed so thoroughly in with the smell of home – but the thought of having a heat partner strangely made him feel almost sick.

“No, it’s okay,” he responded brusquely, too out of it to temper his tone, and closed the door behind him in the bathroom.

Shivering, he stripped out of the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the handle to the coldest setting possible. He hissed and growled in displeasure as the ice cold water hit his skin, but he knew it was necessary. He was burning up, way too hot for a usual heat, and even in his compromised state of mind, he knew that this could be dangerous if he didn’t cool down, and quickly.

The cold shower didn’t do much for the desire raging through him, though, and he rested his forehead against the cool tile of the shower stall and groaned. He was completely losing it, he could tell, and probably terrorizing you. He felt like an awful owner. You were so innocent and good, coming to get him from the studio, and he’d responded by basically assaulting you in the elevator earlier.

“Fuck!” he growled, slamming his fist into the wall. Even knowing that he was garbage wasn’t enough to stop him from recalling how amazing you’d smelled, how soft you’d felt under his hands, the way you’d melted against the press of his body in the elevator. You always smelled good to him, especially since he’d been discharged from the military, but today it seemed different. Better. The scent emanating from you was just slightly warmer, sweeter, spicier than the residual scent you’d left all over the apartment, including in the bathroom. In his heat-addled state, he couldn’t figure out why, but it was messing with his ability to keep his head on straight in a big way.

With another growl of frustration, he wrapped his hand around his cock, knowing that there was no way he could go back out into the apartment in the state he was in. It was fast and rough, and his orgasm was unsatisfying, barely enough to take the edge off the all-consuming hunger that bordered on pain, but he felt his mind clear just enough that he remembered all the reasons why bending his pet human over was a bad idea.

He got out of the shower and dried himself off perfunctorily, wrapping the towel around his waist because he hadn’t brought in fresh clothes. He was collecting his dirty clothes to drop into the laundry basket when, as he stood up, he caught sight of the box of tampons you’d left on top of the toilet. He rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance – you were always forgetting to put them back under the sink after your period was over. It was one of his biggest pet peeves, the way you would just leave things lying around and causing clutter.

Wait a minute. He frowned again at the box. You’d had your last period a week ago, which meant…

Fuck.

All the pieces fell into place in his mind then, and it took massive amounts of restraint to avoid sending his fist clear through the wall. You were ovulating, which is why you smelled so good. All his hopes of not fixating on you during this heat were dashed. In previous cycles, he’d noted your ovulation because your scent had shifted, but it had never affected him much before. Now, though, that he was in heat, the scent that indicated your fertility was overwhelming, stripping all restraint from him. The mere thought of cumming into you and getting you pregnant had his wolf instincts rising, the hair on the back of his neck prickling as his erection ached and his balls drew up, desperate to fulfil their purpose.

This isn’t right, the part of him that was still in control screamed, but that voice was quickly being drowned out by his hormones. This was bad, he needed to lock himself in his room before he did something he couldn’t take back.

With that thought in his mind, he wrenched the bathroom door open, and the cool air from outside the bathroom felt nice and calming on his overheated skin, helping him to maintain some sanity. Thankfully, you’d gone into your room and shut the door, and he made a beeline for his own room, thinking that as long as he didn’t see or smell you, everything would be fine.

Unfortunately, thinking that you were being helpful, you’d gone into his room while he was in the bathroom to leave some water and snacks. He could see a few bottles neatly lined up on the bedside table, and the rest of the carton was sitting on the floor in a corner of the room. You’d also arranged the energy bars and fruit on the table, within easy reach of the bed. His heart clenched at how thoughtful you were, but even the short amount of time you’d spent in his room was enough to leave traces of your scent in his room.

Groaning, he shut the door behind him and threw himself on the bed, facedown. He landed with his face in your pillow and growled, biting down on it as he impatiently stripped the towel off and threw it into a corner. His hands clenched into fists as he swiveled his hips, pressing his painful erection into the sheets.

In the state he was in, thoughts about how wrong it was to get himself off to your scent flew right out the window as he took deep huffs of the pillow that had become saturated with your scent from months of you sleeping on it every night. As he worked himself closer to orgasm, he imagined that instead of the residual scent you’d left in his bed, it was you, warm and soft and pliant, letting him fuck you, use your body as he needed. You’d be so sweet to him, he thought, cooing at him as you wrapped your arms and legs around him, stroking the back of his neck and letting him mark you up as he plowed into you. Even in his fantasy, he wasn’t able to be gentle with you, holding the pillow between his teeth as he imagined the tender skin of your neck and collarbone in its place. His wolf instincts running high, he shuddered as he found his release to the picture of you he held in his mind, letting him fuck a whole litter of pups into you.

“Y/n, shit, fuck,” he groaned as he came, holding that sweet fantasy close as he rode out his orgasm. Floating high in its wake for a moment, he rolled onto his back and shut his eyes, enjoying the small aftershocks running through his body. He wished he could just stay in this moment for the rest of his heat, where the consuming need had abated somewhat, but before the clarity of mind orgasm gave him made all his guilt come flooding back.

He was a terrible, shitty hybrid and he was definitely going to hell. The thought made his ears droop sadly, but at least you weren’t here to witness his descent into madness. You were too good to him, such a sweet pet, he mused as he grabbed one of the bottles of water you’d so kindly put within easy reach and gulping it down. He wished he at least knew why this was happening all of a sudden. He’d never heard of or read about hybrid-human relationships, even though he knew that technically he was part human as well. It was all very confusing and scary, made worse by the fact that he had to hide what he was feeling from everyone, especially you, for fear that you would see him differently. He’d worked so hard to make sure that you felt safe in his home, and all of that would go down the drain immediately if you found out how alluring he found your scent now, and how difficult a time he was having keeping his hands off you.

In the midst of his heat, even the thought of you finding out that he was unabashedly using your scent to get off didn’t fill him with horror and shame as it should have. Instead, his mind started to conjure up fantasies of you biting your lip, cooing his name when you found what a state he’d worked himself into. Imaginary you stroked his fevered brow softly, pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, then slid your hand down his body to grasp his erection as real Taehyung did the same thing.

He’d already cum twice, so he could take his time a little more, stretch out the teasing and immerse himself in his fantasy. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip in an effort to muffle the whine he could feel building in his throat, he exhaled shakily. You’d be so sweet to him, stripping out of your clothes without him asking, leaning over him to kiss him sweetly. Your soft, gentle kisses would contrast against how confidently and tightly you were gripping his cock as you jerked him off, letting him moan and whimper into your mouth.

He wouldn’t be pliant for long – no, even in his fantasy he was needy, burning up, and you were the only thing that could save him from certain death. It would barely be a minute of you hovering over him, your hand on his cock, before he wouldn’t be able to take any more teasing. He’d grab you and flip the both of you over, so you landed on your back with him between your legs. He shuddered at the thought, turning onto his belly with his face back in your pillow, stacking his fists under him so they made a nice, deep hole for his cock to drill into.

You’d be wet and creamy already, letting him slide through your folds without any resistance. He thought about how soft and tight you’d be as he ran his fingers down your slit, stretching you out for his cock. Even in the state he was in, he would be careful not to hurt you, to prep you well so that when he finally took his rightful place deep inside you, there would be nothing but pleasure. Biting his lip, he slowly fucked into his fists, mimicking the way he would enter you for the first time.

Fantasy you arched into him and moaned helplessly, your walls tightening around him rhythmically as you adjusted to his length within you, and liquid heat pooled in his lower belly as he thought about the cute, breathy sounds you would make for him. Would you beg him for more, or tell him it was too much? He rather liked the idea of being too much for you, he found, enough to ruin you for any human man or hybrid who came after him. If he had his way, you’d always be his.

He groaned and huffed as he picked up his pace, rutting into his fists as the head of his cock brushed against the sheets. Thousand thread count sheets and yet the fabric dragged almost unpleasantly against the oversensitive flesh, far rougher than he was sure your silken heat would be.

As he jerked himself off relentlessly, he imagined that it was you he was plowing into, biting savagely into the pillow as he imagined that it was your neck he was marking up. His climax was close now, he could feel it, and he panted heavily as he strained for it. “Please,” he grunted, his voice muffled by the pillow. “Please, I need it.”

Like a wish granted, his orgasm washed over him, and he shuddered all over as he came to your scent again. “Y/n,” he groaned, your name like a prayer on his lips as copious amounts of cum landed in a pool on the sheets. “Fuck,” he breathed, right before he collapsed into a heat nap.

Almost two hours had passed since you’d gone into your room. You’d spent it comfortably enough, curled into your oversized armchair reading, but it was almost dark out now and you were getting hungry.

Putting your book down and removing the noise-cancelling headphones that ensured you’d be able to look Taehyung in the eye once his heat ended, you opened your bedroom door and poked your head out slightly hesitantly. Once, when you were thirteen, you’d been careless and just waltzed right out of Yoongi’s room and run into a very naked Taehyung gulping down water in the kitchen, and it had scared the crap out of the both of you. Needless to say, ever since then you’d checked to make sure the coast was clear before going anywhere in the apartment whenever any of them had their heats.

When all you saw was Taehyung’s closed bedroom door further down the corridor, you slipped out of your room and into the kitchen, tying your hair back into a ponytail as you gathered up ingredients. You didn’t know if Taehyung was up to have a full meal, but if he was, a nice, soothing soybean stew ought to hit the spot. Already licking your lips in anticipation, you put the earthenware port on the stove and turned it on, humming to yourself as you prepared the food.

When it was done, you left it on the stove and went to get Taehyung. Sometimes even during his heat he would be capable of coming to eat a meal with you, and you figured it was worth a shot. If not, you could always eat alone and leave the stew for him to reheat when he felt hungry enough.

“Tae-oppa?” you said softly, knocking on his door.

For a second, there was no noise from inside and you assumed he was asleep, but as you were about to walk away you heard a rustle, and then he said, in a slightly slurred tone, “Come in.”

You opened the door, and were immediately assaulted by the smell in the room, but you tried not to wrinkle your nose as you stepped in, knowing that Taehyung would be able to see it even in the dark. “Oppa, I made dinner, do you want to come join me?”

Your eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of the room, and you were hardly able to see anything, but you heard Taehyung moving and assumed he was coming to join you for dinner. Starting to turn around to exit the room, you were caught off guard when he instead pushed you up against the door, which in turn slammed shut. The air was knocked from your lungs and you saw stars for a moment, standing still in his grasp as you tried to figure out what just happened.

Taehyung, however, immediately took advantage of your confusion to crowd you against the door with his body. Your frame was completely dwarfed by his, one of his hands on your hip while the other was pressed to the wood beside your ear. “You smell so goddamn good,” he groaned as he bent to press his nose to your neck.

Now you were confused for a whole different reason, because his words, his proximity, the bare erection he was pressing into your belly, all of those things confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt what you’d earlier tried to deny to yourself. For some reason, your owner wanted you, and you didn’t know what to do.

“Tae-oppa –” you said timidly, trying to extricate yourself from this situation, but as he dragged his tongue up the length of your neck, right to your ear, your words cut off in a choked gasp. You shuddered involuntarily, hating yourself for reacting when you knew how wrong this all was.

“Y/n-ah, you smell so good, so ripe,” he said against your ear as he started to swivel his hips, thrusting against you. Against your will, your core clenched, and you cringed as you felt a rush of wetness escape you. Your vain hopes that he didn’t know how wet you’d become, even with his heightened hybrid senses, were dashed when he groaned again, this time a long, low sound full of agony, and pressed his lips to yours.

You were stock still for a moment, your mind blanking out, unable to comprehend what was going on. Every instinct was screaming at you to get out of there, that this was wrong, bad, sick, but your hands wouldn’t cooperate, half stretched out but not touching him, just hovering over his body.

“Y/n, it hurts,” he groaned, resting his head against your forehead and panting heavily. It sounded like there wasn’t enough air in the room for him, and you could empathize – the uncomfortably warm and humid atmosphere wasn’t comfortable for you, let alone a hybrid going through heat at the moment.

“What’s wrong, oppa?” you asked, stroking your hands down his side in a bid to bring him comfort, your initial reluctance to touch him or do anything that might give him the wrong idea forgotten in your haste to do anything that might make him feel better. Even touching his bare sides confirmed to you that he was burning up, and he usually ran warmer than you did as it was. Frowning, you tried to touch his face, to see whether he was feverish enough for it to be dangerous. If there was something wrong this time – and based on his strange behavior, you were already inclined to think there was – you had to call someone to come help him immediately.

A sob ripped through him as your hand landed on his face, and he nuzzled aggressively into your palm. “You feel okay,” you murmured, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He was warmer than usual, but not so hot that you were alarmed.

Instead of responding to your comment, he begged again, “Please help me, Y/n-ah.” The abject misery in his tone tugged at your heartstrings, and in that moment you knew you would do anything if it prevented him from suffering any more.

“What do you need, Tae-oppa?” you asked quietly, steeling yourself for what was pretty sure would be the reply. By this point, you weren’t even thinking about whether or not you personally wanted to do this – and you were fairly ambivalent about the whole thing, if you were being honest – and your entire paradigm shifted, with Taehyung in the center of it.

Instead of answering with words, he bent down slightly and hoisted you up with his hands on the back of your thighs, slotting himself between them neatly as he pressed you into the door. In this position, his prominent erection rubbed against your core, like a fiery brand burning through your shorts and panties.

You whimpered. You didn’t know which way was up – it had been so long since you’d broken up with your ex back in Geochang, and you hadn’t had any action since, and the way he was moving against you triggered every carnal instinct you possessed. At the same time, your rational mind knew that this was wrong, that he was a hybrid and you were a human. You were different species, for God’s sake, and you’d never seen him in any light other than as your owner and guardian. Somehow, though, none of that mattered when he made another pained noise.

Hesitantly, you slipped your arms around his neck and started kissing him back. Your tentative overtures were nothing like the way he greedily devoured your mouth as a precursor to the way he wanted to eat you alive, but his reaction was dramatic enough that it didn’t seem he minded too much. Pressing you back more firmly against the door, he slipped one hand from your thigh up your camisole, his long fingers stretching up your ribcage.

You shivered at his touch, although you weren’t sure whether it was in arousal or revulsion. Nevertheless, you steeled yourself and let him grope you, kiss you, do whatever he wanted. You were quickly realizing that you would do anything to help Taehyung, even give up your own body. After all, he was the person who had saved you all those years ago. It was the least you could do for him, no matter what your personal thoughts on the matter were.

Still, there was something about how enthusiastically he was kissing and touching you that was incredibly persuasive, stirring something deep within you that wanted to respond in kind. Slowly, your kisses became bolder, and when you tentatively swiped your tongue against his bottom lip, his whole body shuddered in a way that made you feel powerful.

“Fuck,” he growled, and still holding on to you, he turned and strode over to the bed, dropping you unceremoniously down on it. You’d barely landed when his hands were at work again, hooking his fingers in your waistband and pulling down your shorts and panties at the same time.

“Fuck,” he repeated more softly this time as he dropped the discarded clothing carelessly. He levelled his body over yours, an elbow planted into the bed beside you to help balance himself as he slid his other hand down your soft belly to your pussy. You widened your legs accommodatingly to his touch, biting your lip to stay quiet when his hand slid over you, just a little too hard to be pleasurable over the sensitive flesh.

“Shit, this heat is going to be the death of me,” he huffed, sounding more lucid now that you were under him than he had at any point before. He settled between your legs and bent his head back down to rub his nose against your neck again, but that one throwaway comment stuck in your mind, causing you to stiffen under him uncomfortably. Your stomach twisted unpleasantly in panic as you realized what you’d almost done. He was in heat, unable to think straight, and instead of protecting him from making a hormone-fueled decision that he would definitely have regretted as soon as his heat passed, you’d been about to enable it.

Whatever arousal you might have been feeling evaporated in an instant, shame and horror filling you instead. Taehyung was so out of it that he didn’t notice the chance in your body language, but he sure as hell noticed when you tried to scramble away from him, though you weren’t very successful since his entire weight was pressing down on you, pinning you in place.

Still, you made a little headway squirming away from him before his eyes opened wide again and he frowned down at you, pressing his hips more firmly down into you to pin you down. “Stop,” he protested. “What are you doing?”

“Oppa, we can’t do this,” you cried out, distressed, as you continued to struggle away from him. But he was bigger and stronger than you were, and pinned you down easily.

“Why not,” he whined, his breath ruffling the hair by your temple. He was still panting heavily as you squirmed under him, and you stopped, realizing that your movement was making the situation worse. In your despair, tears began to prick at your eyes, and the scent of your distress, cutting sharply through the intoxicating aroma of your arousal, gave him pause.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asked with some concern, lifting himself off you slightly so that he could peer down at your face. The moment you felt his weight leave you, you used your newfound leverage to push him so hard he lost his balance, falling to the mattress next to you. You wouldn’t have been able to do it if he’d been expecting it and bracing against it, you knew, because he was just so much stronger than you naturally.

In a flash, you were up and running for your life, sprinting for his bedroom door. You didn’t bother grabbing the rest of your clothes, knowing there was no time. Even with the head start you’d gotten on Taehyung, you knew that it would be close when he snarled and pushed himself off the bed, chasing after you.

Shit, you swore to yourself as you ran for your bedroom. It loomed ahead of you, seeming to get further away as your vision narrowed in your panic. You could hear Taehyung thundering down the hallway after you, and with his longer stride and superior hybrid strength, he was gaining on you at an alarming pace. Even though you knew this was probably nothing for him, he was panting loudly enough for you to hear it, and you cringed as you remembered how alluring the chase was to wolves. Did Taehyung have that in common with them? You were starting to realise that despite being with him for so long, there were enormous gaps in your knowledge about him. Of course, you’d never expected that you would need to know such intimate details about him, but here you were.

You ducked into your room and slammed the door shut just in time, wincing as you heard Taehyung crash into the solid oak with a furious snarl. You flipped the lock into place right before he started abusing the door handle, banging loudly and pulling way too hard on the handle as he yelled for you. “Y/n-ie? Baby, please unlock the door. Just talk to me, baby, I just wanna talk, I won’t do anything else, please.” He continued to beg and wheedle, his voice turning into a whine.

Oh, God. You had no clue how to handle this, and it was turning into a nightmare. You backed away from the door, trying to give yourself as much distance as possible to think. You had to call for reinforcements, you knew. There was no way in hell you were going out there, and Taehyung was out of his mind right now.

Running your hands through your hair in stress, you picked up the phone that you’d thankfully left on your bedside table instead of on the kitchen counter. There was only one person who could help you, you knew. Namjoon.

You sat on the floor with your back against the door the entire time you waited for him to arrive, trying to offer Taehyung comfort and companionship without actually opening the door, which you knew would lead to something you couldn’t take back given the state he was in. He’d given up on yelling and trying to break into your room, since the door was sturdy enough to withstand his efforts to knock it down. In utter despair and misery now, he was on the floor whimpering and whining, and your heart broke with every sad, pathetic noise he made. It took everything in you not to open the door and give him what he so desperately wanted, and it was only the knowledge that he would hate himself, and you, once the heat passed that gave you the strength to resist.

Thankfully, Namjoon had a key to the apartment, because you didn’t know how you would have gotten all the way to the front door to let him in with Taehyung still camped outside your bedroom. You knew when he arrived because Taehyung’s sad, soft whines transformed into angry growls. He was infuriated at another hybrid encroaching on what he considered to be his territory during his heat, with his bitch in the vicinity, and you were terrified that he would actually attack the older man, yet another thing that he would hate himself for when he was back in his right frame of mind.

Grateful that you’d thought to dress yourself once you were back in your room, you opened the door, distracting Taehyung from Namjoon as he immediately attached himself to you. Patting his back while trying to keep his hands from straying to inappropriate places, it took you a moment to realize that Namjoon had brought Yoongi with him, and you squinted in confusion at the snow leopard hybrid.

“You should stay with Yoongi until Tae’s heat passes,” Namjoon explained. “I’ll keep an eye on Taehyung.”

That sounded like a good idea in theory, but how poorly Taehyung had reacted to having them in his apartment during his heat made you skeptical of how it would play out. Even now, Taehyung’s distraction was fading away, and he was standing protectively in front of you as he growled threateningly at the intruders.

“His instincts are amped up because of you, for some reason. If you aren’t here anymore, he should calm down.”

You chewed on your lip indecisively. The doubt in Namjoon’s voice made you want to protest, to reject his proposal. How could you endanger both Taehyung and Namjoon on a hunch?

Really, though, what was the alternative? You couldn’t possibly give in to Taehyung; he would be filled with regret and self-loathing once he returned to normal, and you needed to protect him from that.

“Okay,” you acquiesced finally. You tried to step around Taehyung to go to Yoongi, but he whipped around, alarmed.

“Baby, what are you doing?” he asked, panicked, his arms wrapping around you immediately.

“Oppa, let me go, please?” you begged softly, hoping futilely that Namjoon and Yoongi wouldn’t hear your conversation with him. Somehow, this felt too intimate for anyone else to witness.

Taehyung brushed his thumb along your cheekbone, wiping away the stray tear in what had to be the most tender gesture he’d made towards you since his heat started. “Don’t cry, baby,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

“Tae-oppa, I’ll see you after your heat, okay?” you managed, forcing the words out past the lump in your throat. “Be nice to Namjoon-oppa. I love you.” You’d said it to him so many times before, but it carried a different weight this time that you didn’t want to examine too closely.

“Y/n-ie…” He didn’t let you go, but his grip loosened ever so slightly, and you took the opportunity to twist yourself out of his embrace, and hurried over to Yoongi. He gave you a small smile as he held his hand out to you.

As you left the apartment with Yoongi, you heard Taehyung give a heart-rending roar, and almost said to hell with it and ran back to him. As if sensing your internal conflict, Yoongi’s hand tightened on yours, making it impossible for you to leave his side.

You sobbed in the car all the way to Yoongi’s apartment, the reality of everything setting into you only after you’d left the situation, and the adrenaline that had kept you going left your system. You didn’t understand what was going on, but the pure misery you’d heard in Taehyung’s voice as he called out for you stayed with you. It was your fault somehow, you knew. Taehyung was suffering because of you, because of your ancestors, cruel people who’d made him the way he was for their own selfish purposes. Everything was your fault.

For the next four days, you barely left Yoongi's guest bedroom. He gave up trying to coax you to watch Netflix with him or come to the studio to interact with the other members. Instead, he left you alone for the most part, only coming to get you when it was meal time or when he had an update from Namjoon.

Apparently, after you'd left he'd barricaded himself in his own bedroom and hadn't left. Namjoon was trying to get him to eat a proper meal, but it was tough - thankfully, there was still the stew you'd cooked and hadn't gotten a chance to eat on the stove, because it wasn't like Namjoon was capable of cooking a nutritious homemade meal from scratch. After several attempts, Taehyung had finally allowed Namjoon to hand him the meal on a tray, which he ate in his room and left the empty dishes outside the door after.

Apart from that, you didn't know much because he wasn't interacting with Namjoon, so your secondhand information was limited at best. It didn't really help your anxiety about the whole situation, but at least you knew he was alive, and you'd really left enough food and water in his bedroom for several heats, so there wasn't a problem on that front.

You used the time, instead, to think about what had happened during the first day of Taehyung's heat. For the entire four days you were at Yoongi's, you basically thought about nothing else. He'd wanted you. Now that you were thinking about it in that light, a lot of the other strange things he'd been doing made a lot more sense. He wasn't just reacting to your familiar scent, or pack bond, or whatever bullshit it was that he'd been feeding you. You realised with a start that he'd been attracted to you.

That realisation didn't make you feel better - in fact, you had more questions than before. How long had this been going on? How could this happen? Was this normal? Was he normal? And, most importantly, how did you feel about it all?

With so much time on your hands all of a sudden, you thought about it obsessively, and cycled through almost every possible emotion.

First came the knee-jerk reaction of disgust and horror, of course. How could this happen? How could you let this happen? You sobbed as you thought about how wrong all of this was, how weird, how inappropriate it was that Taehyung was attracted to you, a human and his pet, for God's sake. And he'd fucking lied about it too, feeding you that bullshit about his pack bond and lulling you into a false sense of security so you'd continue to stay with him, when he should have told you what was happening and let you move away as soon as he started feeling this way.

But then - and almost against your will, because you did not want to start empathizing with him and trying to justify the shitty things he'd done to you in your mind - you started to see things his way. If it was so wrong to you, it must have been a million times worse for him, the one who'd been caught so off-guard by these new, entirely unexpected emotions. He must have been blindsided, felt so lost and scared, when he realised what was going on. Your traitorous heart felt a pang of sympathy for him. Of course he hadn't wanted to tell you; he'd probably not even been ready to admit it to himself.

Lying on your back and staring up at the ceiling, you tried to sort out your thoughts. Whether you liked it or not, you were programmed to want to please your owner, and that included understanding them. Your psyche had done its job and let you understand, with very little information and no help, Taehyung's motivations and frame of mind.

What it wouldn't help with, however, was understanding how you felt about all of this. You sighed and rolled onto your belly, burying your face in the pillows, stifling the urge to scream in frustration.

You knew you cared about Taehyung. Despite everything else, that hadn't changed. You couldn't forget the way he'd taken you in, given you a loving home and everything a human could possibly ask for, and asked for nothing in return. He'd even done his best to hide his growing desire from you when - let's be real - he could have acted on it whenever he wanted. It's not like anyone would believe you over him. You loved him, and you were so grateful to him for taking you in when nobody else would, and saving you from a miserable childhood in the shelter. Everything you had - everything you were - was because of him.

Still, you couldn't quite shake the feeling that this was wrong, that it was immoral and inappropriate and sick to be in a human-hybrid relationship. Not after everything that had happened between the two species. Not when you were literally different species.

With a groan of despair that was muffled by the pillows, you flailed a little in frustration. What were you to do? You were still no closer to an answer than you'd been when you'd first started thinking about all of this literal days ago.

Namjoon didn't know - and, God willing, would never know - that Taehyung had found your discarded shorts and underwear on his bedroom floor after you'd left, and had been using that to help him get off ever since. In the state he was in, he wasn't even capable of feeling shame or remorse at what he was doing, and was just ecstatic that he finally had something better than your residual scent on his sheets to get off to.

He sniffed at the crotch of your panties - buried his face in them, really - licked and sucked at the stains that your arousal had left in them, and tried to memorise the scent as he masturbated furiously throughout the entire four days of his heat. By the end of it, there was barely any trace of you left on the scrap of fabric, something he bemoaned as he worked himself to the final unsatisfying orgasm of his heat.

His whole room was a mess - it stank of sex and debauchery, and there was cum all over the place - the floor, the pillows from when he'd rutted them, all over the sheets. As he fell into a deep sleep, he wondered if you'd be able to smell it, even with your weak human nose, when you came back.

He kind of hoped you would. His heat-addled mind wanted you to know what he'd done for you.

When Taehyung woke up, finally lucid after running through his heat, the first thing he did was remove your panties from his mouth. He grimaced in disgust - how had he literally fallen asleep with them there? God, he was truly awful - and tossed them aside, grabbing a half-finished bottle of water from between the pillows and downing it. He was parched, and the the water in the bottle wasn't enough for him.

As he got up on shaky legs to grab another bottle from the corner, he recognized for the first time how ravenous he was, and after picking up his water, brought it with him while he left his bedroom for the first time in days to find some food.

Thinking that he was alone, he didn't bother getting dressed, so when he reached the end of the hallway and entered the common area of the apartment, he screamed like a little girl and ran all the way back to his room in embarrassment when Namjoon, sitting on the couch with his Kindle, turned around to see him in his full naked glory. It was nothing the older man hadn't seen before, of course - you see all sorts of things when you live together for as long as they had - but it was still embarrassing, especially after so long being apart.

By the time he re-emerged sheepishly, fully dressed, Namjoon was waiting for him with a smirk. "You didn't need to react like that, you know," he teased.

"Yeah, yeah," Taehyung grumped. "I'm starving, is there anything to eat?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "What do you think this is, Masterchef?" he quipped. "I just called for delivery, it should be here soon," he continued.

Taehyung, on hearing that, gave his leader his best boxy smile. "Thanks, hyung! You're the best!" he cheered, going to sit on the other end of the couch to wait.

Namjoon, figuring that he would leave the questions till after the other man had eaten, went back to his Kindle. Taehyung, though, seemed to have other ideas.

"Hyung, have you been here all this while?" he asked curiously.

"Uh, yeah," Namjoon replied. "Somebody had to take care of you."

"Where's Y/n?" came the next question.

Namjoon hesitated then. "How much do you remember?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to say anything that might startle or upset Taehyung.

"Uhh..." Taehyung frowned, thinking hard. "I remember Y/n smelling real good," he said, shivering at just the memory of it. "Then she was in my room, under me... then..." he trailed off, his eyes widening in horror as he started remembering in detail what had happened.

"Oh, my God," he groaned, burying his head in his hands. "I'm awful," he said, beginning to sob.

"Hey, don't say that about yourself," Namjoon said, alarmed, drawing closer as he patted the younger man on the back comfortingly. "You're not awful, you were just caught up in your heat, that's all."

"No, you don't understand!" Taehyung cried out, obviously distressed. "I'm the worst; I'm a disgusting hybrid and pet owner, and I should be put behind bars for Y/n's safety, and probably the rest of society, too," he finished miserably, his ears drooping.

Namjoon tried to calm Taehyung down to explain what he meant by that, but before he succeeded, the food arrived, and with that distraction readily available, the younger man clammed up as he stuffed his face full of japchae and kimchi stew to avoid talking.

Eventually, when everything had been finished - even the weird sweetcorn banchan that no one ever finished - Taehyung couldn't put it off any longer.

"You'll hate me," he protested dejectedly when Namjoon tried again to coax him to spill the beans.

"Bro, if I didn't hate you after you threw up all over me when you had food poisoning, how could anything make me hate you now?" Namjoon countered reasonably.

That made sense, so with a heavy sigh, Taehyung told Namjoon the entire sordid tale. The words came out stiltedly at first, then started pouring out, as Taehyung started speaking faster and faster, until it sounded like he was the rapper in the group. The more he spilled, the lighter the weight on his shoulders became, as if by telling someone else, he was transferring the burden. Namjoon, to his credit, listened quietly, his expression remaining open and neutral as he took in Taehyung's story, interjecting only to ask clarifying questions but never to pass any judgement.

When Taehyung was finally done - he left out the bit about him using your dirty underwear to get him through his heat, because hyung or not, there were some things that should be kept to himself - he leaned back against the couch cushions with a heavy sigh. This was it, he knew. No matter how accepting his hyung was, there were some things that were just too much, and this was one of those. As he'd been telling the story from the beginning, starting from the day you'd come to pick him up from his army base, how awful it all was hit him again, amplified by revising the entirety of how he'd abused you and your trust.

"So you see," he concluded his story with a small sigh, "I'm a disgusting pervert who should probably die for the sake of society."

To his shock, Namjoon leaned in and squeezed his knee. "Don't say that about yourself," he castigated. "I'll do some reading and see if I can find out more about this, but you shouldn't panic, okay? I'm sure I'll be able to find an explanation and solution for you. Trust your hyung."

The way he said that, so sure and steady, made Taehyung relax, almost against his will. Namjoon had been there for him for almost half of his life now, and he knew, from the determined set of his jaw, that he would come through for him again.

"Okay."

After their conversation, Namjoon texted Yoongi to let him know that the coast was clear and quickly made himself scarce, not wanting to get in the way of whatever emotional reunion you were going to have, knowing Taehyung.

Yoongi, for his part, tried his best to get you back home as quickly as possible, and you didn't have the heart to tell him that you would actually have appreciated a little more time away from Taehyung. You felt bad, but you were still so unsure about everything that was happening, and you were, if you were being completely honest, a little afraid to go home and face him.

Which led to you, standing outside your front door like an idiot, your fist raised to knock, but unable to actually do it. There would be no going back from this, you knew. Nothing would ever be the same again, one way or another. Was it so wrong of you to want to keep things the way they were, just for a second?

With a heavy sigh, you dropped your fist against the solid wood of the door, wincing at the loud sound it made. Almost too quickly, you heard the patter of footsteps as Taehyung raced to the door and opened it.

"Hi," you breathed awkwardly, standing like an idiot with no clue of what to say or do all of a sudden.

Taehyung, it seemed, had no such problems as he pulled you into a hug and kicked the door shut with his foot. "Y/n, you came back," he breathed into your hair as he squeezed the life out of you.

Even though you'd been so nervous just a second earlier, being in his warm, familiar embrace made it feel like everything would be okay again, and you couldn't help but melt into his embrace. "Of course I came back, oppa," you said quietly into his chest.

"I thought... I thought..." Taehyung choked up and he couldn't continue as he dissolved into sobs. "I'm so sorry!" he cried instead, over and over again as you soothed him, telling him that everything would be okay, that you would always be here for him, that you were never going to leave him no matter what, as you stroked his ears comfortingly, the way you knew he liked.

"Hey, it's okay," you repeated as you patted his back, leaning up on tiptoe to press kisses to as much of his face as you could reach. And it was. Just being with Taehyung, in that moment, gave you a clarity that you hadn't been able to find after days of agonizing over it. Taehyung had saved you, and you loved him. It was as simple as that. And listening to him blubber about how sorry he was, how he'd work on it, he promised, how he'd never do anything like that again if you would just forgive him, you knew that whatever Taehyung wanted, you'd give to him, no matter how you felt about it.

"It's okay," you said one last time as his sobs petered out. "Whatever you want, it's okay."

Taehyung didn't fully register at the time how much you meant what you'd said to him that day, but he would soon.

It was weeks later that Namjoon finally made a breakthrough on his research. Weeks of obsessively searching, trawling through endless pages on the dark web and the dregs of reddit, before he finally found something. It was an old research paper, hundreds of years old, published by a now-defunct, of course, company that had manufactured hybrids. The paper was titled "Research advancements in imprinting technology in hybrids".

"Oh my God," Namjoon breathed in shock and horror as he skimmed the paper. This was way more serious than either he or Taehyung had initially thought.

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I n n e r e r D ä m o n (inner demon)

⋆ pairing: demon!seong hwa x reader (poly!ateez)

⋆ genre: demon au, suggestive, crack, smut

⋆ warnings: strong language, smut, dom, scary

⋆ words: 3,100

⋆ „It is cold and already dark outside. You should have dinner with us and then sleep here.“

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„Guys? Are you there?“ You stood in the door step of the grand mansion tingling the keys in your hands.

„(y/n)?“ Seong Hwa came out of the kitchen eying you friendly with a tea in his hand.

„Oh, you’re here. Where are the others?“

Closing the door behind you and getting rid of your shoes the latter gave you a peck on your cheek with a slight grin.

„Library.“

You nodded at him and followed into the kitchen.

Days were getting colder now and your nose immediately picked up the smell of the dish the demon was cooking.

You crouched down in front of the oven to take a peak at what was cooking deliciously inside it.

„Tea?“

You glanced up seeing Seong Hwa already prepared a cup for you. You took it from him with a smile thanking the boy.

„You don’t even want to ask why I am here?“

„No, I am always happy when you come. Don’t need to know the reason.“

You roll your eyes at his cheeky comment and sip from the hot cup.

„Mh, well, I will tell you nonetheless. I originally wanted to ask if some of you wanted to join me pick out a dress for the fall ball.“

„Oh, I would like to help you but I promised the guys that dinner would be ready when they arrive...“

„No problem. I am just too lazy to go by myself. Mind if I join you a little bit?“

„Absolutely not! But for now we have to wait about half an hour so I was really just going to chill on the couch.“

„Okay.“

Soon you found yourself cuddled on the couch and you just couldn’t warm up so Seong Hwa decided to take you into his arms.

You didn’t complain because he was really warm and it was hard to not fall asleep in his arms. From behind you could feel his breath tingling the small hairs of your neck and additionally he just started to massage your shoulders.

It was all too good if there wouldn’t be this bulge pressing into your back that would make you go crazy.

Seong Hwa leans down and kisses your ear which earns him a slight whine from you.

„Why aren’t you sleeping?“

„I-isn’t it obvious?“

You can hear a low chuckle coming from him realizing what you mean. Oops, he couldn’t hold that back.

„I am sorry. We could make something about it by the way...“

You were glad the demon couldn’t see your face because it turned red like a strawberry. Of course Seong Hwa listened to your heart beat that just seemed to increase in speed.

„I don’t think that would be a good idea...“

Seong Hwa sits up and turns your face to him so you’re eye to eye.

„Why not?“

„I don’t k-know...“ Why are you stuttering?

„You don’t find me attractive?“

Was he dumb? Did he look into a mirror from time to time? Right now his hair looked softer than ever and his eyes were as dark as the night. Only you knew if you looked deeper into the dark orbs you could see a galaxy hiding inside it that entrapped you entirely if you looked too long.

His lips looked very inviting while he tried to read your mind.

„(y/n)?“

„What?“

„You just zoned out.“

„Oh, yes. Maybe I should go.“

You took Seong Hwa‘s hands from your face and tried to stand up. The demon stopped you and pulled you down with him again.

„It is cold and already dark outside. You should have dinner with us and then sleep here.“

„No.“

He frowned at you tightening his grip around your wrists that layed above you.

„Or yes?“ A smile emerged on his face and he stood up.

„Dinner should be ready. Will you help me?“

„Of course...“

Well, that wasn’t scary at all.

You help to decorate the table with Seong Hwa and run to the door when you hear the others finally arriving back home.

First boy you see is Hong Joong and you couldn’t hold yourself back to run into his arms and kiss his neck. The boy himself is a little bit confused to find you waiting at their home but quickly engulfs you in his arms, too.

San whistles while taking off his shoes eyeing the scene. „If this isn’t a nice surprise I don’t know.“

Hong Joong takes in your scent humming peacefully into your ear. „What are you doing here, baby?“

You lean back and smile at him lovingly.

„Seong Hwa didn’t let me go.“

Woo Young turns suspicious at this and screams at the older one. „Hyung!“

„What?“

„Mh, Hwa seems to be a little bit out of it.“

Yun Ho takes his brother and inspects him.

„What is it?“

„You seem off, hyung. Thirsty... Well, only a few weeks until the ghosts are coming back to earth. You should calm down and don’t have too much contact with (y/n).“

Jong Ho erupts into laughter. „I would’ve never expected Seong Hwa to be affected!“

„Stop laughing, Jong Ho. This could happen to all of us.“ Hong Joong says while he guides you into the dining part of the living room.

„I am totally fine.“ Seong Hwa blinks a few times and sits down.

„Of course you are.“ Min Gi rolls with his eyes leaving you totally confused. What was going on with Seong Hwa?

„What is with him?“

„When the night of Halloween is around we - “

„Stop! She doesn’t need to know that.“

You eyed them suspiciously. Hong Joong could be such a noob.

You decided to ask one of them later again.

After a hot bath you tiptoed over to the boy’s room you know who couldn’t resist your charm. You slowly opened the door and peaked inside to see where he was. A gasp left you seeing San‘s... bottom. You clasped your palm over your mouth to not let any further sounds leave you.

Of course San could sense someone standing at his door. What he didn’t guess that it would be you who was watching him without a second thought.

He turned around to see who was intruding him after his shower and he nearly doubled over to see you there.

„Perverted kitten.“ His shocked gaze quickly changed into a mischievous one and while fastening the towel around his torso entirely he emerged your form.

You closed the door behind you and turned around to see the demon standing directly in front you noses touching slightly. You take a step back only to hit the door with your back.

„You don’t even know how long I‘ve been waiting for this day. The (y/l/n) (y/n) finally in my room, only the two of us. I am so glad you finally realized how you cannot live without m - “

„San, no, just stop! I am not here for that!“

San pouts at that. To be honest he also thought this could only be too good to be true. Nevertheless he was a little bit sad.

„You’re missing a lot, dear.“

„I am sure of that.“

„So what do you want?“ The boy turns around to get some perfume continuing with his night routine.

„I wanted to ask you something.“

San put away the perfume turning around to face you again and starts to smile.

„Little minx. I won’t tell you anything. Hong Joong can be scary when he’s angry.“

„But San, I need to know. Seong Hwa never behaved this way before and I am just worried about him.“

The boy crouches down in front of you and takes your hands into his own.

„(y/n), you don’t need to worry. Everything’s under control. The only thing you can do is tell us immediately when he behaves strange again.“

„Please, San. What do I do when all of you are behaving this because of Halloween? Then no one can help me so I should be able to safe myself!“

San thinks a few seconds before standing up again and taking a seat next to you on his bed.

„Maybe you’re right... but don’t tell anyone that you know.“

You nod eagerly at the black haired.

„Ehm, so, for us demons the 31st of October is always a very special day. Not only that, the whole month is spiritual. We have something that you could call our inner... demons? They’re more animalistic and especially with the one we adore they can get pretty out of hand.“

„So you’re telling me that the things Seong Hwa did earlier wasn’t really him?“

„No, no! It was him but more like his deepest desires came to the surface. He wasn’t really in control. Sometimes when our inner demon takes control we cannot clearly remember what happened in during that time.“

„Oh, but, he wouldn’t hurt me, right?“

„Of course not! We would never hurt you. I mean our demons are all very different but U don’t think anyone of them would harm you in any way.“

„If you say so I believe you. Then thanks San!“ You giggle and kiss him on his cheek as a reward before leaving his room to get into bed on your own.

San watches you leaving him with a frown on his face. He really hopes none of their demons would accidentally hurt you.

After your night routine you snuggle into your bed and start to watch a few videos on your phone before turning off the light. Sleep doesn’t come easily to you because of the thoughts about their ‚inner demons‘ keeping you awake.

Luckily Hong Joong’s room was next to you and if something happened he would hopefully awake by it. Turning around you faced the moon that lightened the room a little bit and after a few minutes watching it your eyes closed.

You felt something touching your bare legs and in between thinking it was still a dream you became fully aware of that you should open your eyes immediately.

You shrieked up and could’ve peed yourself at the dark silhouette over your body. You wanted to scream and trash around but instead nothing came out of your mouth and like an instinct your tried to punch the intruder who easily caught your fist in the air.

Leaning forward you also realized still dizzy from the sleep that it was Seong Hwa who smirked at you mischievously.

„Tsk, not bad.“

Oh god. His tone sounded way darker than usual and you could also see his orbs colored in a crimson you’ve never seen before. You gulped and tried to get your hand back from him but he moved it down so it was placed up above your head into the cushions.

This also caused you to lay down in the process and the demon to linger above you.

„S-Seong Hwa?“ Your voice sounded hoarse and barely louder than a whisper but the demon could understand you perfectly.

And he frowned.

With a swift move he grabbed for your other wirst and pinned it above you, too. He leaned down and went for your neck to take a good smell of your scent.

„I am not Seong Hwa, my love. My name is... Hwa Seong and we weren’t introduced yet.“

He gave you a big gummy smile and you shuddered at the strong grip he had on your wrists that slowly turned numb.

„You, you you are Seong Hwa‘s inner demon!“

„I am. The whole day I fought to finally meet you officially. Seong Hwa‘s always such a drag for not letting me out to fulfill his desires.“

„His d-desires?“

Seong Hwa‘s or wait? Hwa Seong‘s eyes turned into crescents and you could see little fangs adorning his teeth at how happily he smiled at you.

Suddenly he starts to place an opened mouthed kiss on your collarbone to which you cannot hold yourself back to shamelessly react with a whine and a move of your hips upwards.

Hwa Seong looks at you again with pride and let’s go of your wrist to place his hand under your chin.

„Tell me, my love. Secretly you want us, right? You always act so innocent but I know what you want.“

E-excuse me? You don’t like how this develops right now.

„Pff, I want nothing.“

His grip on your chin tightens which turns into a slight pleasant pain and your body feels like you just rode a roller coaster.

„I will ask you again and if you lie to me one more time it will have consequences.“ Hwa Seong says through gritted teeth and you really don’t know how far the demon would go so you calm yourself down and slowly nod at him.

„Do you find me hot?“

You nod again.

He smirks arrogantly and leans back so he’s in a sitting position on your body. You wonder what he is about to do and immediately look away when he takes off his shirt to reveal his upper body.

He tosses the shirt away and watches you with a smug look.

„No need to be shy. Look at me.“

There was no doubt he was utterly nice looking but still you were just too shy to check someone’s body out when he was right in front you. More like on you...

He takes your trembling hands and guides them up to his stomach. His skin feels hot and you wonder it it’s because of his demon form right now.

„You like that?“

You just cannot hold yourself back and snap at him. „Are we done here? I want to get back to sleep!“

Hwa Seong looks at you confused and starts to laugh out really loud at your reaction.

After a few seconds he calms down and looks at you without saying a word. You slowly become restless and want to get out of the situation.

Of course you were also a girl with needs and stuff and he was so hot and practically screamed jump on me and ride me the whole night but - and that’s really important for you - Hwa Seong intimidated you like shit and you wouldn’t want to do something Seong Hwa wouldn’t want because in the end it was still his body, too.

„You’re funny, (y/n). I can see why we have chosen you.“

Suddenly his aura turns darker and he seems to become more angry.

„But you have to behave my love. I have to teach you a lesson naughty girl. You know what I will do to you now?“

„What?“ You are scared as hell because you still didn’t know how to function with Hwa Seong and maybe your words weren’t very wise to begin with.

He leans down so your noses are touching and he breathes out before catching his breath. He seems - excited?

„I will fuck you into the mattress so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.“

Dafuq this guy. He really just said that, right?

„But - “

„No buts! Apparently I will have to make you shut up, too... But before that how many orgasms are you able to take? Because I will give you way more for punishment.“

„H-hwa Seong, please don’t - “

Ok, your body definitely says yes and also your mind but you know you should stop him. You really should... but his hands are everywhere and your eyes are already closed when you feel his hand grabbing one of your boobs with a tight grip which earns him a moan and arch of your back for him.

The demon groans out very happy with your reaction but the pleasure stops instantly when he’s pulled back from you by Jong Ho and Min Gi.

„You idiots! Let go of me!“ Hwa Seong is struggling with the boys holding him down and Hong Joong and Yeo Sang run to you looking up your body for any marks or signs of mistreatment.

„Are you ok?“ Hong Joong holds your face with his hands looking very concerned.

„I - I am...“ Yeo Sang takes one of your hands and sees the marks on your wrists his eyes turning into a dangerous color.

„You’re not.“

„It is okay, I swear! He just pinned me down but it’s nothing.“

„It’s not nothing, baby. I am sorry I didn’t hear you sooner...“ Hong Joong‘s face is filled with regret and you still in a bliss move to take him into your arms seeking for his warmth and safety.

„How cute.“

„Shut up, Hwa Seong! Let Seong Hwa come back...“

„Why are you angry with me? She’s also in need of some satisfaction and you all cannot see it because you’re treating her like a porcelain stature.“

„You talk some shit. Just fuck off!“

Woo Young crouches down in front of the demon and grins. „I know it’s not really healthy but I will give Seong Hwa the serum to hold you back for a long time if you don’t go away this instant.“

Hwa Seong rolls with his eyes and if looks could kill Woo Young would be dead.

„Okay, okay. My love, I will come back and make my words come true - just so you know...“ He winks at you and suddenly collapses into Min Gi‘s lap.

Yeo Sang turns to you with a confused gaze. „What does he mean with that?“

Thankfully it was still quite dark in the room so they couldn’t see your blush.

Don’t think about. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about or he will read your mind anyways.

„It’s okay, you don’t have to answer and I won’t read it.“ Yeo Sang smiles at you leaving - of course - the others confused like always because Yeo Sang‘s voice was only in your head.

„It would be better you would sleep with someone for the rest of the night. Preferred not Seong Hwa of course.“

„Me!“ Yun Ho walks over to your bed and lifts you up like you weighed nothing. Before the others could protest he already was out of the door and on his way to his own bedroom.

„Don’t worry, (y/n). I will take care of you.“

He smiles at you lovingly and you grin back at him.

„I know. Good night Yun Ho!“

After a few seconds Yun Ho snuggles up from behind and puts his arm around your waist.

„You’re lucky I am not like Hwa Seong. Ho Yun would never hurt our precious baby.“

Your eyes open wide and you gulp.

Please no!

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