#twice mina x m reader

[knightyoomyoui]

[SMUT] TWICE Mina x Male Reader - "House Of Balloons"

Requested by my buddy and fellow author @mintchoccy, I'm really sorry again if I haven't been able to write it for months, man. I had to focus on other works. Hope this would be fine enough to be worth the wait. TRIGGER WARNING: Aside from mature content, this contains drugs, violence, non-con ( I really didn't want to write with this theme but since it's my second attempt of writing a yandere Mina fic and for the sake of the plot, I had to give what the previous is lacking) and other uncomfortable parts. WORD COUNT: 5700+ TAGS: yandere, obssession, aphrodisiacs, viagra, rough sex, edging, dominant, worship, non-con element, torture, angst, smut Here's my Ko-fi account where you can drop your donations or ask for a commission. You can check it out on my Tumblr profile too!  Buy knightyoomyoui a Coffee. ko-fi.com/knightyoomyoui - Ko-fi ❤️ Where creators get support from fans through donations, memberships, shop sales and more! The original 'Buy Me a Coffee' Page.

"That fucking snake again."

Mina has had enough.

She calmly watches such an atrocity of a view, her hands fumbling vigorously within the curves of the wineglass, her fingernails scraping in time with the pattern of her gritting teeth covered through her tight-lipped lips.

The one that she likes- no, she loves - a lot legitimately is talking to somebody. It's their friend but in her perspective, she felt like she could just erase her existence and remove any identification of her being into her whole life.

That one and only man she's head over heels for quite a long time now is YN, unbeknowst to him that girl she's with, named Sana turns out to be one of his secret admirers in disguise.

And what's even worse, Sana doesn't even know that there's one more person who is impatient to fall in line just to snatch YN's heart from everybody else who wanted it, and that is none other than Mina herself.

She tried to hold it in for months, but with how many times she encountered that almost sucked the soul out of her with the tiny possibility remaining to complete for others to win over YN, she has now on her breaking point.

Every day and night passes, her craving, her longing, her desperation is going stronger and higher, and Mina felt like she'll gone out of her mind if she wouldn't do anything about it.

Just like today, it seems like Sana is going for the final blow to attract YN and possibly the worst case scenario might happen, and that is the confession part where Mina doesn't want to witness or hear it to happen.

She doesn't fall in the line, she made the line and she's the most deserving out of them all.

That why it came to this moment that Mina finally pronounces something that will guarantee her victory, a fight where she doesn't have to lose.

She doesn't give a damn if they want YN's love, she's the one who needs it the most.

"I'm going to make you mine, YN. Not even that flirty bitch or anyone could take you from me. We'll go blood for blood just for them to dare." Mina snarled with annoyance and a poisonous glare at the two. "We're going to be together, because we have to and I love you."

Mina first met YN when he brought his childhood bestfriend Sana to their group after Sana found out that her car isn't working properly. He got introduced to the group and with his kind-hearted and humorous personality, he managed to build a strong closeness with the girls.

Until that closeness turns into attraction for one of them aside from Sana.

YN was closest to the J-Line because he is Japanese, and even though he knows Sana a lot, he tried to spend time with Mina and Momo, and Mina was the one he focused more onto.

To be honest, Momo's personality was already fine but there's something that YN observed on Mina that made him check up on her all the time. She is mostly quiet, soft, and meek because of her introvert and elegant attribute, and YN always make sure that whenever he's hanging along with the girls, he wanted to feel that Mina always belongs to them to have fun.

Until suddenly, that fun had Mina searching for all the time, and she became selective only for him.

Mina's fond over YN grew from time to time. There has been instances where she would just start to look for YN, mention him, miss him, hear him. Just everything to feel his presence.

And that, turned Mina's obsession over YN inside out.

Her infatuation bloomed into an excessive devotion fueled by interest where she felt like not having any trace or signs of YN on her would have her less enthusiastic and stable.

The first time she did something very strange was back when Mina sat on YN's chair and muzzled her face around the cushion to inhale every scent he left there.

It leveled up to her stalking him wherever he go, memorizing the directions and time he appears and departs. She also tried to snatch and collect straws and cups that he used, wiping it around his lips then compressing it like as if she's engaging a make out with him.

Until it developed into something that easily malfunctions and thrives her horniness and perverted minds. She had many prints of her pictures with him and to aid her thirst for YN, she even bought a dildo for the first time and imagine it as his dick impaling her pussy by riding it while staring at YN's printed face on the pillow.

And now that she always gets to caught numerous almost close calls of Sana and other girls trying to take her away from her, it prompted her to finally step away from the shadows and make her move that will not require any further attempts.

YN is hers and hers only. As Sana went to the bathroom for a break, Mina came up to YN who is watching their other friends dancing to the floor while sipping on his wine.

"How's the night so far?" Mina talked to him and laid her hands on his shoulder.

"Doing good, but I starting to feel sleepy." YN chuckled. "I mean, I did everything I wanted now here, and now I don't know what else to do than empty these drinks and foods I have."

"Shall we get out of here and you know..." Mina started to move her hand, caressing his shoulder while it slowly lowers through his left pec. "Find something entertaining, make ourselves have some fun~"

She slightly presses her body, her breasts almost pushes through his arm. Her voice starts to become rougher and closer to his ears, making YN blush and feel a bit tensed up.

"I feel a bit bored now. My phone is now out, I hate that I forgot my powerbank."

"You wanted to play games, huh."

"Yeah, and I would really love to do it only with you, if you don't mind~", Mina smirked and squeezed her embrace on his side.

"You're lucky, I can feel my inner gamer loading up-"

"Hey guys!" Sana interrupted their conversation after returning from the bathroom. Mina cursed under her breath and her grip tightened on YN. "Sorry I had to take a break, YN."

"No it's fine, I had to say goodbye to everyone now anyway." YN chuckled. "I'm now tired and done for the night."

"Awwww already?" Sana pouted. "You can join us for one more-"

"Uhm, I think I'll be off now too, Sana." Mina cuts her out. She doesn't want his man to get anything involved with them until they get drunk. Their time is up and her turn is now. "I have low alcohol tolerance and I still have to visit my dad on the hospital tomorrow. Gotta sleep early."

"Not you too, Mina?!" Sana whined. Mina found it adorable but deep inside she's smirking mockingly at her for not being able to get through their zone anymore. "Okay, if that so then let's just catch up at the next party." Sana shrugged. "Be safe on your way home okay?

Mina just nodded and elicited a fake smile while YN smiled. He got surprised when Sana quickly hugged him tight and Mina sweared that she's doing her best at all to control herself from grabbing her arm and slamming her through the table.

"Say our goodbyes to the girls, okay?" YN said to Sana who gave her a cheeky smile while raising her thumbs up.

"Cmon, let's go." Mina swiftly tugs his hands and wrapped it around with hers. She hoped he wouldn't noticed her arms twitching at how good it feels to touch his soft skin.

As they exit the building, she halted and proposed an invitation to him. "Wanna go play with me at my place? I have a newly bought God of War: Ragnarok that I haven't been able to try yet."

"Wait what?! You already got it?!" YN reacted in awe. She knew he'll go hysterical since that is his favorite video game of all time. "No way, we better do it right now. Let's go!"

Mina escorted YN to enter her car and they drove straight to her mansion. They greeted the guard before he opened the gates for them. As Mina parked the car on her garage, they entered the mansion and YN was astounded at how great and rich Mina's family are.

"This is your first time here, right?"

"Yeah, and wow it does feels awesome and honored to be here." YN said as he travelled his eyes around here. "It's like stepping in here should be a priviledge because you'll never get an easy chance to experience this."

"Don't worry, you can stay here as much as you like. Treat this as your home now." Mina said as she walked through the kitchen before eyeing a sinister smirk on him who is still busy checking out the decorations around the place, too oblivious to notice the double meaning on her words.

She walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of alcohol and some cups with her. "Just thought of something to make this even more fun. Shall we do a drunk gameplay?"

"But you said you have to visit-"

"I lied." Mina said sternly. "I did that to make myself more convincing, so don't worry about me because I want us to spend more time together. I want to stay with you alone for now so don't go, please?"

YN nodded and smiled. "Sure. If that's what you want Mina, I'll be joining you."

Mina giggled and felt overwhelmed at his words. "Cmon, let's head upstairs."

They climbed and reached the second floor where Mina's guest room at. YN opened to room in assistance since Mina has her hands full with bottle and glass and they entered at Mina's private space.

Mina slightly got anxious when they passed her bedroom because little does YN know what would greet him once he saw what's in store there.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to get it." Mina said as she dashed through her forbidden area and hurriedly grabbed the cd and controllers.

As she heads back to the room, she found YN conversing through the phone. The call was in speaker and she heard Sana's voice that made her a bit fumed up.

"Yeah, I already got home. Thank you for asking, Sana." He said before bouncing his eyebrows on Mina who remained silent and just walked behind at him.

"Ohwww okayyy, gowd nightt okayyy, sleep and dream ahbout mewh, i- i lhove youuu!" Sana said with a husky, blabberish tone behind the call. YN was shocked to hear the last words she said to him while Mina... well she didn't took it that well at all.

She was about to pop off the cap on the bottle she heard Sana's "I love you" to him. Something just cracked open inside her mind and all she knew after is that she couldn't control herself anymore. She's moving away from her sanity now.

"W-wait, Sana are you drunk? You should go home now. It's already late." YN said, stuttering and made a chuckle as he is still processing what Sana just told him.

Mina on the other hand, placed the alcohol back on the table and went through her cabinet to open a drawer. She grabbed a bottle of viagra and aphrodisiac that she bought just in case the perfect has come where she will need it, and that finally happened tonight. She smashed it into pieces before mixing both of it to his drink and hers.

YN couldn't understand what Sana is saying now so he bid goodbye and wished her well before dropping the call. "Sorry, Mina I didn't know that she'll-"

"Scratch it. I know. Let me just set up the game." Mina didn't want to hear it no more. She starts to set things up until they are now allowed and ready to play. "Every minutes, we'll drink. Okay?"

"Noted."

As they started the game, Mina was quite hesitant at that rule because she couldn't endure longer the need and the crave increasing through her insides. Throughout the game she starts to rub her thighs and feel her panties getting soaked with her juices. She stares at the TV while biting her lip just to avoid moaning early.

The timer beeped for 10 minutes and finally Mina released a long sigh before beaming broadly  in excitement. "Time to take a shot."

They both hold the cup and they faced at each other. Mina eyed YN and looked at his last innocence for tonight before they counted the three and simulteanously gulped all the drink. They both exhaled a refreshed huff before continuing to play the game.

7 minutes has only passed and they haven't been reached the next turn to drink but both of them can feel the effects now. While YN is playing, Mina started to became handsy on him, touching him all around his body and teasing his crotch by tapping his thighs and pretend to press his fists on it while she cuddled herself beside her.

Mina then balled her fists and cupped YN where she was shocked and impressed to discover how huge and heavy it felt around her touch. YN started to sigh heavily and look down on Mina's playful hand as his eyes starts to get cloudy.

"M-Mina, stop... i'm getting distracted." YN said between his sighs but Mina didn't listen.

"Ssshhh... just focus on playing. Don't fight it, you'll want it soon." Mina whispered in his ear before she bit his earlobe and licked the side of his neck and sucked on his skin to leave enough hickeys.

Mina's massage over his crotch became even more relaxing and enticing. "F-fuck.. w-what are you doing to me, Mina?"

"It's okay, baby~" Mina said as she peppers his cheek with kisses. Nobody could interrupt us, it's just and me... so get naughty if you want..."

YN has finally snapped and his stability has completely covered by the drugs he didn't knew he intake. Mina rotated his head and they went on for a sloppy kiss. YN's hand crawled through the back of her head where she pulled her face closer to his, their french kiss became even more rougher where their nose and their faces starts to rub altogether.

Mina took her place and bent down on YN's lap, where they resumed their kiss. He got to his feet, backed away, and grabbed Mina by the underside of her thighs, cradling her around his body.

They collapsed on the bed together where they had their freedom to make out as much as the drugs consuming their conscience could take. Mina removed his clothes and fiercely showered his body starting from his neck, to his chest down to his abs with licks and kisses.

Mina unbuckled his belt and dragged his pants and boxers down to expose his hardened cock already leaking with impressive amount of pre-cum, a proof that the drugs effectively had YN lusting as much as Mina would want him to feel as hers.

"I- I don't know what's happening to me, but Mina is making me feel good..." YN tries to shake his head but the substances are too strong for him to fight for control.

He surrendered on being overpowered and now he had to just watch Mina quickly stripping her dress, leaving her on her black lingerie with thigh-length stockings and suspenders. She slowly crawled to his legs and stared at him with pure seduction her hand slid through the base of his cock to grip while the other went on to cup his heavy full testicles.

"You don't know how much I've been wanting to taste you, YN. I'm glad I'm going to be the first one to do this, and no one will come after that... because this cock is only mine for me to devour." Mina said through her slow pumpings on his cock before starting to drag her tongue through the length of his shaft.

"Fuccckkk mhmph~" YN moaned as Mina circled the tip of his cock head, creating a tickling yet satisfying sensation. Her hand also began to massage her balls as she placed her cock inside her mouth to suck him off.

Mina's loud gargles and chokes around his cock adds an unbelievable sensation to YN. She tried to press his cock through her throat where her face is now almost touching his crotch. Her eyes starts to get watery until more than 10 seconds she released and went pumping on his dick.

She stood up for a while to remove her black panties before laying down on top of him in reverse, her legs wide open flailed each beside YN's head and for him to witness her dripping wet pussy presented to him in full clarity while her head is now beside her erected cock.

Mina tilted her head to direct his length back into his mouth to suck him off, poking her cheek enough to create a bulge while YN began to play with her clit and flicker his tongue around her walls.

They continue to taste each other until they reached their peak, with YN cumming first by spurting a big load on Mina's mouth, with the rest spilling on her face due to the excessive amount to contain before she followed by squirting her juices around YN's face.

YN opened his mouth to savor Mina's sweet nectar before both humping on their breaths to ride out their post orgasms and release their pleasure.

Mina rolled away from the top of YN's body to straddle him on his lap. She grinded her pussy back and forth on his cock before inserting it inside, creating a loud moan from her.

She started to bounce, fucking her tight cunt on her cock before YN joins her in sync by gripping her waist and starts drilling her upwards, causing Mina to scream and shriek.

The claps became louder and Mina's head rolled up at the intensity of the fucking YN is giving him. This is it, this is the exact feeling that Mina used to imagine having with YN and now, her fantasies has been fulfilled to end her long curiousity and anticipation.

"OHHH YESSS FUCK FUCK FUCK THAT'S IT YN MNGGGHHH HARDER! POUND ME FASTER AND DON'T STOP!!!" Mina cursed and murmured unknown words into his shrinking breath. She started to roll her hips to add more rhythm on YN's cock impaling her walls.

YN pulled her arm to press her upper body on her chest. They kissed again before Mina lets go to release a deep moan as she felt the bed creaking and her body bouncing at the full force of his cock drilling upwards to her abused pussy.

"I'M GONNA CUM I'M GONNA CUM DON'T STOP!" Mina's eyes starts to roll as her pupils were almost absent. Her mouth gaped open, spilling her tongue that is now savoring the heavenly pleasure of his girthy meat ramming through her womb.

"ME TOO! FUCK, NO I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"

"FILL ME UP, I BEG YOU!"

With last strong thrusts remaining, YN and Mina came together, their own fluid mixed and bursted at the same time to intensify the sensation. YN carefully raised Mina up to slide off his slimy cock out of her dripping pussy.

He turned around and grabbed a handful of her perky tits to suck on them one by one. His gnawing and suckle on her nipples were strong and shallow which made Mina whimper in pleasure.

She turned her body to the side and YN raised one of her leg to the air. He rubbed his cock through her soaked lips before inserting it back again, and he didn't went too soft on Mina as he got way rough again on her treatment to the highly obsessed and sex-driven woman.

"ANNGGGHHH YES YES OH IT FEELS SO BETTER, OOOH FUCK I LOVE YOUR THICK COCK SO MUCH YN YEAHHHH UGHHH~ Mina said as she spammed praises again straight to YN's face before giving her again another kiss to shut her up and focus on the wild action they're having on her bed.

YN gets up and lifted Mina with him, not taking out his cock to switch positions. Mina balanced himself on fours and arched her back to raise her huge appetizing ass.

YN thunderously slapped it and takes off his cock for a while to bury his face on his and add stimulation on Mina's puckered hole before reinserting and proceeding to pound Mina just as harder as she wants.

Due to the combination of the viagra and aphrodisiacs they swallowed, the effects of it became multiple for them to go on lengthy fucking sessions for hours, almost emptying the night by trying many different positions.

They fucked on the window with Mina pressed on the glass, exposing theirselves to the outside world where many of the people in the neighborhood are asleep and unable to view to sinful act they're committing.

Mina was even taken through the wall, sandwiched by YN's body while hammering her pussy from below and kneading on her pair of tits bouncing hypnotizingly.

Then they went on a stand and deliver just beside the cabinet for Mina to hold on to, with his cock now demolishing her plump ass before he filled it up with another load of hot creamy cum.

Their wild night was so active, heated and intense that Mina slept through the dawn filled with cum on her holes and some scattered around his body. She looked at YN who is now asleep beside him, she kissed her on the head and grinned in lust and satisfaction for the last time before she succumb into slumber.

The morning arrived, YN woke up groggily and horrifyingly found himself naked on Mina's bed. As he sat up, he saw Mina appearing at the door, with a radiant smile on her face.

"YN! You're awake!" Mina lunges onto him and she showered him again with kisses while hugging her. YN became irritated and pushed her away, dropping her on the floor.

"W-what is this, Mina? What did you do to me, WHY AM I NAKED IN YOUR HOUSE?!", he panickedly asked the suspect.

"Oh, yeah. The after effects of the viagra and the aphrosidiac I put onto your drink are now gone so you couldn't remember." Mina sighed and shook her head in dismay.

"WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT THAT I DON'T REMEMBER?"

"I know, I know it's sad that you don't remember, you would've recall how much we had fun last night." Mina giggled as she slowly stood up.

"What the fuck? D-did I... no, no way." YN denied his guess. "No, I couldn't remember anything now after we played, y-you... drugged me Mina..."

His voice shifted into disbelief and he placed his hands beside her head, his fingers clawing on his hair. "Oh my god... w-what did you do to me, Mina? ARE YOU INSANE?!"

Mina just laughed at his agony. "You were the one who made me like this, I just did what I have to do, YN. You keep on involving yourself with Sana too much, how could you be so dumb that she likes you!"

"And what does it matter to you?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YN!" Mina confessed. YN just stared at her in surprise. "I COULDN'T STAND SEEING THAT SLUT OR OTHER GIRLS LAYING THEIR HANDS ON YOU. YOU SHOULD BE MINE! I HAVE TO MAKE YOU MY PROPERTY BECAUSE I-IF I DON'T... WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME?! I... I COULDN'T LIVE IN PEACE WITHOUT HAVING YOU NEAR ME."

Mina kneeled in front of him and looked at him with pleading eyes. "That's why I did what I had to do last night. If I claim you, no one would have the rights to steal what's mine. I get what I deserve to have, you're the one I pick YN! Nothing would stop me and not even you to say that you don't want to be with me."

"You have to love me, YN. I can give you everything you want. This place, it could be your home. We'll turn this into a happy house of balloons, and we'll always gonna have fun as much as you want!" She said as she crazily giggled with her tears flowing through her eyes.

"No... fuck this. You're out of your mind, Mina. I'm leaving." YN quickly stood up and snatched all of his clothes on the floor as he left Mina alone in the room.

Mina's expression changed from odd into a complete unhinged seriousness. She slowly stood up and took out something from her pocket.

YN was about to dress up on his boxers when he noticed something at first before feeling a sudden tingling cursed through his body.

"OH... AGH SHIT!" He shivered and turned to look at the eyes of Mina wearing an unrecognizable face while pressing something like a remote on her hands.

She activated the cock ring she placed in his cock to the full volume after she woke up to make her avoid escaping in case he attempts to, and she called exactly what's going to happen.

YN's moaning goes louder as he witnessed his cock now leaking already with pre-cum. "S-STOP... PLEASE!"

Mina stopped pressing the remote and walked at him. She stomped on his crotch, making the exhausted YN unable to move more.

"You're in my world now, YN. Whether you like it or not, you're staying with me. You belong to me now and nobody else's." Mina intimidatingly declared. "No matter how your mind wants to leave, you can't go and I will never let you go. We will be together forever from now on, do you understand?"

YN started to tear up at the sight of this new darker side of Mina he never thought he would be introduced into. "W-why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I love you, and you will learn someday that loving me too is the best decision you'll ever have." Mina cupped his cheeks and pinched on it. "By the way, the breakfast's ready. Don't you dare do something stupid or else, I'll punish you. Understand?" "Y-yes..."

"Good. For now, let me get my own protein to start this morning." Mina smirked and cackled as she jerked his cock again with her fist again and also through tugging the cock ring back and forth with her fingers.

YN had to endure letting Mina edging his cock for minutes until she decided to release his cum on her glass, tapping her reddened cock head on it and slurping it with her warm mouth to ensure not even a drop would get wasted. YN then disgustingly watched Mina drink his cum through the glass like it's a milk.

YN has been imprisoned by Mina's so-called paradise for 2 months. He tried many attempts to escape and nothing worked. Instead, he just got caught by Mina repeatedly and in result, he had to suffer on the consequences.

When YN got caught by Mina looking for some keys in her room, his hands were smashed by a screwdriver 20 times then commanded him to finger her pussy until she cums. He even tried to peek from some of the windows and shout for help, and Mina blocked all of his sense of sight and ability to speak later that night by muffing him with a scarf and tying his arms on each side of the bed, where Mina would play all over his body and drain his energy afterwards.

Due to that incident, Mina also began placing more cameras around the house to keep a closer look on him. That didn't made YN to stop though as his desperation for freedom still motivates him to keep on looking for other ways.

He attempted to look for his phones but all of it are gone. Even he pleaded at the guard to let him borrow his own but the guard refused for his own sake, stating that if Mina finds out he might get punished and fired for the only job that's keeping him on living.

The more security devices Mina keep on placing around the house as days passes unfortunately made YN to began losing hope on escaping this hell hole. Even his chances for Mina to change her heart for him already ran out, as he has now finally accepted that this isn't the same Mina he once met.

He became Mina's personal slave, pet and a fucktoy, not being able to let him rest even for a day.

Through every corner of the house, Mina would find a way to force him provide the pleasure she seeks by having sex with her through multiple angles and tasks. Doggy at the shower, blowjob while washing dishes, rimming while in laundry or even a 69 during massage.

On the other hand, the girls began to suspect something strange on the disappearance of YN, especially Sana. They all know that Mina was the last person YN has been with, and Sana is monitoring Mina since she have this weird gut that Mina is hiding something from them.

And she was right. One day while she tried to visit Mina's house, the guard didn't let him in. Instead she took a photo of the mansion and informed it to the girls. Dahyun who has a sharp locating skills, found something shocking.

"Unnie, did you notice this?" Dahyun sent a message to Sana before replying it with a cropped photo. Sana stared at it for a second before her mind processed a frightening revelation.

"Isn't this oppa?"

Dahyun discovered a blurred reflection of YN's face screaming at the window.

1 year later, YN visited a psychiatric hospital in Seoul. After meeting a doctor in his office, they walked through the hallway and passed through some nurses, patients and guests to reach the visitation room.

The doctor returned and this time, he brought the person YN came for has entered the room on the opposite side behind the glass.

Mina is wearing a white patient attire with handcuffs removed on her hands for a while. She was arrested when her former friends reported her crime and was sent through at herapy when they discovered that Mina has been diagnozed with psychological and mental disorder.

Her eyes widened at the sight of YN looking at him with poker face.

She remained silent and lowered her head in guilt and shame for more than a minute before YN cuts it off to avoid wasting time.

"How are you?"

Mina was shocked to hear him checking up on her. "W-Why did you come here?"

"Just answer my question." He remained deadpanned.

She gulped and nodded. "I'm fine."

"Good, I guess." He struggled on looking for other words to say to her but Mina went different than him.

"I'm sorry."

He looked at Mina staring at him awfully. "For everything that I've done to you. I know it's not enough for me to redeem my sins but I just want to apologize to you because you deserve it."

"A year has passed Mina, but I had to admit that I'm still trying to recover from what you did to me." YN said to her. "It was a nightmare that always keep me up at night. You scarred my life, took my virginity away without consent, y-you... you violated me, Mina."

His tears started to drop on his cheek. Mina's heart shattered at the aftermath of what she had done. "For the first time in my life, I've never felt so frightened and worried for my state, not even I would expect from the one I admire."

"W-what?" Mina muttered at the phone. She leaned her head closer. "What did you just said?"

"It's true, I did loved you, Mina. It was always you, but I don't think I could tell the same anymore after what you did to me."

"You didn't know, and sometimes I have this guilt and regret with these what ifs of my mind that... if I confessed to you earlier, would you not turn out into someone I never wanted you to be?" YN continued.

Mina started to sob in devastation. She buried her face in embarrassment as she cried harder, hearing all the confession and scolding from the man she thought she would never had a chance at, that's why she did the unthinkable.

Little did she knew that she was actually winning already right from the start. She was the one YN already prefer the moment he met her and how his fond for her developed.

"I should've been patient. Oh God, I'm so sorry..." Mina said. "I could've waited for you, but I never did. I became so desperate, selfish, obsessive, and too greedy on you that I let myself gone crazy when I thought I would be losing you."

"I love you, YN and I meant that... but I understand now that you won't feel the same for me anymore. You don't deserve a psychopath who will make your life a living hell and traumatize you in any ways possible."

YN now felt a glimpse of pity and distress for Mina. The girl just became too attached and mentally unstable caused by the power of love she received that she couldn't contain, and now she fell in victim for it.

This is why he couldn't help but to blame himself believing he has also have a fault that if he didn't became too coward on his feelings, he could've saved Mina and immediately introduce her the adoration she was hoping to receive from him.

"Did I made you scared?"

"Always." Mina whispered. "I was always alone, my parents always abandon me in our house, I know I have my friends with me but... there's something that you did to me. You're the one who cures my loneliness. I thought that if there was a chance that I could make you love me back, you will stay with me all time like you always do and we'll grow together until the end. "

"And I could've done it to you without hesitation, Mina." YN disappointingly stated. His face twitched as another stream of tears escaped in his eyes. "I forgive you, but I will never condone what you did to me. Goodbye, Mina."

Mina smiled at his remark before he stood from his seat. About to walk away, Mina shouted his name for the last time.

"YN!"

He looked back.

"Thank you and don't desert yourself in love because of me, please. Sana likes you, she'll need you and I think you're better off with her. Atleast for her, she could make you happy unlike me who couldn't give it to you in return."

He slightly smiled and remembered that reminder. "I'll ask her later."

He walks out of the room just as the time runs out for his visit. Mina surrendered herself to the doctor and to the police who handcuffed and escorted her out. Mina carried a mix of lingering sorrow and relief, realizing that her mistake cost her to manifest her fears in full reality, that she'll be alone forever but what mattered more for her now is that she'll continue living knowing that YN is now is in good hands.

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practice | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut

⇢ WC: 8.1k

⇢ WARNINGS: mentions of bad sexual experiences, nickname you guys might find cringey (sorry babes), praise, a little degradation, a little manhandling, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, very brief mentions of anal play, brief mentions of sex toys and masturbation, spitting, titty sucking, protected sex (hes a hoe but not a dummy), jk is kinda a himbo (scratch that last side note), jk running through twice members lmao sorry girlies, pining, maybe unrequited love, maybe not, ill let u decide, oc is in denial in the beginning, oc has that lemon water coochie!!, daddy kink + daddy kink slander (not seriously!), slight corruption kink

⇢ SUMMARY: you usually spend friday nights on your own. tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

⇢ NOTES: hi friends!! i’m back with my second fic!! i posted this last night but miss ting had a bad case of the typos rip. so I had it beta'd by @kookstempo pls go give her love >:((( ! i found the smut a little easier to write this time. still not that good lol but not as mentally taxing! oc is totally definitely not a little bit of a projection of me haha thisficwassexuallycathartictowrite i hope you guys like it! i would love to know your thoughts! also would be v cool if you checked out my masterlist. love u bye!!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

It’s 10 p.m. on a Friday. 

The night of the week that lures college students out of their suffocating dorm rooms with the promise of parties and alcohol. After days of classes, hours of studying, and minutes of sleep, most people your age spend their weekends unwinding, hopping from frat house to frat house.

One of the many perks of living on campus is the social life. Being surrounded by young adults is exciting. It also means that everyone is horny. Ravenously so. Seriously. Anything with a hole or phallic-shaped appendage is a prime candidate for getting fucked. 

Anything and everyone, except you. 

It wasn’t that you couldn’t get fucked, per se. Although abundant, your options were limited. Given the environment, it was difficult to find a guy you actually felt comfortable with. He didn’t have to be in love with you, but he did have to respect you if he wanted to get anywhere near your sugar walls. With that being said, it was slim pickings.

You coped well, for the most part. But it was hard to shake the lonely feelings that bubbled in your chest from time to time. And the feral ones. Nothing a quick rub from your petite, manicured fingers couldn’t satisfy, you suppose…

Besides, all men do is disappoint you. The only two sexual partners you’ve had thus far were subpar, to say the least. Greedy. Disgusting. Selfish. Not an ounce of concern for your pleasure. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you’ve never orgasmed from sex. Not even close. That left a sour, lemony taste in your mouth. Ever since then, your pussy was on hiatus, locked away in the highest room of the tallest tower, until a worthy knight came to save it from this tortuous dry spell. 

You sigh, peeling the honey-drenched sheet mask off your face and tossing it into the trash with vigor. You eye yourself in the mirror with a scowl. Fluffy, freshly plucked brows knit together as you examine your appearance. You’re wearing a cropped white tank top, nipples poking through the little animated cherubs printed on the front. The baby pink Sailor Moon pajama shorts on your thighs left little to the imagination. White kitty ears headband keeping those annoying baby hairs out of your face. 

You’re cute, right?

Atleast you tried to look cute.

Your roommate, Mina, was visiting family for the weekend, leaving you the dorm to yourself. Without your extraverted lifeline, you decided it was the perfect opportunity to stay in and pamper yourself. 

You’ve already waxed your body, head to toe, with that expensive sugaring wax Mina begged you not to get. ‘It was worth it,’ you thought to yourself when you had spread your peach-scented lotion on the smooth canvas of your legs after the shower.

You even gave yourself a facial. Extractions and all. Much cooler and more productive than partying and getting laid.

You take your headband off, ruffling your thick hair until it falls into place. You reach for your candy-flavored Laneige lip mask, spreading it across your plump pout with your middle finger. Another overpriced purchase.

You exit the bathroom, shuffling towards your twin-sized bed and then falling face first into the plush, ivory duvet. So comfy. It wasn’t even midnight and you were ready to hit the hay. 

You had planned to study a bit before knocking out, but the warm shower left you sleepy. Plus, the past week has been hell. Two papers and an impromptu quiz from your least favorite professor. You were a good student. A great one, even. But you were an overachiever to the core, and still found yourself stressing over assignments you knew you aced.

You let out a small yawn, squinting at the brightness around you. Along the wall beside your bed were vine garlands, embellished with little fairy lights and pink roses. They were such a pain in the ass to put up. It took you and Mina nearly three hours, and a mental breakdown on your behalf, to stick them against the drywall in the right position. High maintenance, but cute, nonetheless. Kinda like you. 

The lights dim as your mind turns hazy, eventually turning into a silent black as sleep clouds your vision. Sweet, blissful sleep. You were teetering into the REM phase when-

Knock. Knock.

The booming noise startles you awake, rattling the brittle wood of your cheaply built door. The wall hangings flutter in its wake. 

Maybe you were being dramatic. The knocks were actually soft and melodic. Almost cheerful as they followed the rhythm of a made-up song. But you were pissed. Even the most heavenly sound would ring demonic and evil in your ears at the moment. 

You shove yourself off of your bed with an exaggerated groan, stomping towards the door and yanking it open, fully prepared to yell at whoever was behind it.

Jeon Jungkook. 

His expression is blank, doe-eyes widening as he takes in your expression. Your body language radiates hostility and violence. The silver barbell glimmers as his thick, dark brows twitch in confusion. He blinks before opening his mouth. “Hey,” he utters hastily. 

Under different circumstances, you would be ecstatic.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Jungkook?” 

“Woah, someone’s cranky,” he laughs hesitantly. “I was bored. Figured you were, too. Mina is gone, right?”

“Are you drunk or something?”

“What- no,” his plump lips form a pout, the matching silver ring on the bottom corner shining as well. 

You sneer at him, pupils darting over his outfit. Oversized gray hoodie, white t-shirt peeking from the unzipped portion at the top. Gray sweatpants. Your gaze lingers on the tight pull of the material in the front. He doesn’t seem drunk, and he isn’t dressed in his usual party attire. 

“I just want to hang out with you. Why are you acting so sus?” 

You roll your eyes, doing everything in your power to exaggerate your irritation. “Why are you here?” 

“Oh, come on, Bambi. Don’t be like that.”

Bambi.

That stupid nickname. 

You and Jungkook had met at a party after you were peer pressured into a game of beer pong. The super boisterous, super attractive stranger ended up being your partner by default. 

"What do you mean you’ve never played before?" He questioned you, voice laced with devastation when he realized you were about to cost him his undefeated streak. 

Despite Jungkook’s best efforts, Mina and her boyfriend, Taehyung, mopped the floor with you. 

"You know what, I like you. You’re a little bitchy but-,” he slurred at the end of the night, helping you gather the discarded solo cups, "Also innocent. Kinda like a baby deer. What the fuck was that movie?"

You answered him curtly with a scowl. 

"Bambi! Right… I can’t wait to ruin you." He was so wasted that night he ended up vomiting off of the second-floor balcony and onto the class president’s Honda Civic. Not drunk enough to forget the awfully humiliating, yet adorable nickname he had bestowed you. 

“Give me one good reason why I should let you in.”

“I have pancakes,” he beams with pride, bunny teeth peeking out. He raises both arms, showing you the crinkled takeout bags in his hands. “Chocolate chip-”

“That’s disgusting,” you scoff. 

“And blueberry,” he retorts with a squint. “Please? I won’t be annoying, I promise.”

You let out a contemplative noise. It wasn’t what you had planned for the night, but you guess company wouldn’t hurt. Especially his company.

If only you could mute your evil brain. 

“I thought you had plans with whatsherface,” you question, stepping aside to let Jungkook enter your room. 

He kicks his slides off at the door, something you’ve drilled into his head with violent words and empty threats. You remember him texting the groupchat a screenshot of his calendar, tonight being marked ‘PUSSY APPOINTMENT’ with the woozy face emoji next to it. The same one that was inked on his middle finger; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why. Tonight was one of many slots in his month with the exact same title. That picture was deleted from your phone as soon as you received it. 

“Sana,” he corrects, face unimpressed like he expected you to keep a mental catalog of all his flavors of the week.

You did. Every time a new name was added to the roster, your heart sank. You would never admit it though. 

“I did, but I guess she has a boyfriend now or some shit?” He plops down onto the baby pink area rug beside your bed, immediately digging through the takeout bags. 

“How dare she?” You gasp sarcastically, taking the styrofoam container that he held up for you and sitting criss-cross on your bed.

“I know, right? That’s what I’m saying,” he laughs, opening a syrup packet and pouring it over his pancakes. 

You cringe, foreseeing a sticky, impossible to clean mess all over your floor. “Please don’t fuck up my rug, Jungkook.”

“I won’t,” he mumbles halfheartedly, bringing the pad of his thumb to his mouth. The tip of his tongue pokes out to kitten lick at the sugary liquid before wrapping his plump, pink lips around it.

He sucks gently and then pulls off with a tiny smooch. 

Wow. 

Are you really that far gone? There was no denying that Jungkook was attractive. But were you really that touch starved that you were drooling over every minuscule, minute movement he made? 

“Maybe she was sick of you stringing her along,” you comment, trying to cover up the fact that you were totally just gawking at him.

“Nah,” he murmurs through chubby cheeks, mouth full of pancake. “She knew it was just sex.”

“Did she though? What about Dahyun?”

“Well aware.”

“Jihyo?”

“Yep.”

“Nayeon?”

“Are you slut-shaming me?” He points his plastic fork at you, bringing the opposite hand to his chest in feigned offense. “Because I feel very attacked right now.”

You playfully nudge his shoulder with your thigh-high sock-clad foot, deciding to drop the subject. To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. Jungkook had a reputation on campus. Every girl who involved themselves with him knew what the outcome would be. He was very blunt about his desires and disinterests. Sex being the prior. Commitment being the latter.

But you suppose remaining detached was easier said than done. Something about him was… magnetic. He was bold, yet soft. Obnoxious, but endearing. A sweet talker for sure. And easily the freest person you’ve ever known. Add sex into the equation, and it must be nearly impossible not to fall in love with him…

Hm. That’s enough thinking for the night. 

You need background noise to keep intrusive thoughts at bay. He peeps an ‘I don’t care’ when you ask him what he wants to watch. You take it upon yourself. Sailor Moon it is.

The pancakes keep him preoccupied for a while. You glance down at him every now and then. His eyes sparkle as he watches the cartoon on your phone screen. There’s a little speck of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. His tongue makes an encore appearance, licking it away before fidgeting with his lip. How sinful. 

He starts getting squirmy about halfway through the episode. Antsy hands pull at the strings on the border of the carpet below him. Every now and then he draws a shape and erases it. One of the shapes is a penis, something you’d see on the back of a middle school textbook. 

He scoots with a sigh, pressing his spine against the edge of your bed, and then bending his head back. Fluffy dark strands tickle your legs as he peers up at you. “Can you play with my hair?”

“Why would I do that?” You huff, hot and bothered by the sudden contact.

“It helps me stay still. Please?”

“Oh, um- okay,” you oblige, gulping like you’ve dry swallowed a huge pill. You cautiously card your digits through his hair. It’s so soft and healthy. 

He purrs and closes his eyes. 

He's silent once again, enjoying your touch, even pushing into it a bit. Very cat-like.

That lasts for about three minutes. His inability to not speak every single thought that enters the void of his mind takes over.

‘I just realized they’re all named after planets.’

‘Wait, the moon isn’t a planet, is it?’

‘Why are they dressed so sexy to fight space monsters?’

“Jungkook, shut up!”

“But I’m bored,” he whines. “Is this really how you spend your Friday nights?”

“Excuse me, I’d like to see you take STEM classes for a week and then tell me how you feel,” you contend, leaning over to grab your phone off the nightstand. You don’t miss the way his gaze lingers on your nipples. It makes your palms clammy. “Sometimes, it’s nice to just chill.”

“You don’t masturbate?” He asks calmly as if he had just inquired about the weather. 

You give him an exasperated look.

“What? That’s how I destress,” he continues, shrugging nonchalantly. “Don’t you have a vibrator?”

“I- no! Why are you asking all these questions?” You shriek, absolutely mortified.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” He lifts his head off of your lap, craning his neck so you can see his appalled expression, your answer leaving him equally as mortified. “Damn, that’s wild,” he tuts in disapproval.

“I would rather not have to smuggle a sex toy into my dorm room, Jungkook,” you retort.

“You can borrow mine,” he smirks, turning his body to face you, obviously relishing in the reactions he’s pulling out of you. “It’s a Hitachi. It’s really strong too, like, most girls don’t even last five minutes.” 

“Why do you have- you know what, nevermind actually!” You clench your eyes shut, poking your fingers into your ears and shaking your head dramatically. Your reaction is mostly out of embarrassment and partly because the thought of him pleasing women who aren’t you hurts for whatever reason. “I’m done with this discussion!”

“Seriously?” He wheezes, thoroughly enjoying your tantrum. He wraps his long, nimble fingers around your wrists, pulling your hands away. Your skin burns under the touch. “I want to get to know you more.”

“Yeah, but you don’t need to know-,” you rip out of his grasp, flailing your hands around in circular motions, “-those things.”

“I’m just trying to make conversation,” he frowns. 

“About?”

“Anything.”

“Okay, um...” you look around the room nervously, searching for the right thing to say. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Black. What’s your favorite position?”

“Jungkook!”

“I think missionary is my favorite. Very underrated,” he says, tapping his chin like it’s an answer only an intellectual would’ve given. “The kind where her legs are pushed alllll the way back,” he emphasizes the ‘all’ by balling his hands into fists and lifting them up by his head, showing you exactly where he likes them. “You hit the g-spot perfectly that way.”

You level him with a scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. Unamusement written all over. 

“Why are you so mad?” He laughs. “What? You’re embarrassed to talk about sex?” 

A pause. 

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Jungkook, no…” you sigh, rubbing your temples in frustration. “I’m just not like you, okay? I don’t like sex as much as you and everybody else on this fucking campus does!”

He hesitates for a moment as he processes your sudden outburst. The first time you’ve ever seen him rendered speechless. You can picture the cogs turning in that thick skull of his. 

He inhales sharply, eyebrows raising up to his hairline as if something clicked. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, cute dimple peeping out from the pull. His head drops as he huffs out a laugh.

“What’s so funny, Jeon?”

“Ah, I see now.”

“See what?” You groan, bothered by his vagueness. 

“Here's what I think, Bambi,” he mumbles in a low tone, sitting up from his spot on the floor so his gaze is aligned with yours. His palms are on either of your crossed legs, fingers curling into your white blanket. Forcing you to make eye contact with him- his pupils are black, nothing like the soft brown you’re accustomed to. “You’re so uptight because you haven’t had sex in a while- good sex, at least.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You say nothing.

“The guys you fuck don’t know how to treat you, am I right? They can’t make you cum?”

Crickets.

Your lack of response tells him the answer.

When you do speak, your words come out shaky. “Well, what makes you any different?” 

He shuffles closer, knocking his forehead right against yours, invading your space. He’s so close that you feel claustrophobic. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“I always make the girl cum.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he hums through curled lips as he nods, silver hoops swaying at the motion, nose brushing against yours. “More than once.”

His dilated pupils scan over your body, pausing at your chest for a moment, and then continuing their descent. A hand slides up your bare thigh, the warm touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. He grabs the hem of your shorts between his index and middle fingers, tugging gently. “These are cute.” He licks his lips, making them pink and glossy, like he’s ready to eat you. “I’d like them better somewhere else though.”

“Jungkook…”

And then he's kissing you. 

It’s soft, like he’s afraid to scare you away by putting too much pressure into it. Little does he know you’ve been thinking about this for a while.

All your protesting and fighting up until this point was futile. Your hands unconsciously make their way to his cheeks. You swear you feel him smirking. It’s like he can read your mind, knowing exactly how bad you’ve wanted this.

He prods his tongue against your bottom lip, urging you to let him in. You do. He wraps an arm around your waist and guides you down, hovering over you.

“You taste like candy,” he whispers against your lips, hot and needy. Take that, Mina. A sneaky hand cups you through your shorts, right where he knows your clit is. The thin material does nothing to conceal how wet you are. “Do you taste like candy here too? Can I try?”

You’re anxious, but you can’t stop. Not when he’s so enticing. Not when the rumors of his sexual prowess are swimming around in your mind. Jungkook could ask anything of you and you’d gladly obey. You give him a small nod. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he teases through an airy laugh, breath fanning across your face. It smells like chocolate and syrup. He turns his head and presses a gentle kiss on your fingertips. You swoon.

Hooking his thumbs into the sides of your shorts, he pulls them below your butt. He dips his head down, biting into the side of your thigh. A predator sinking its teeth into its prey. Not hard enough to hurt. It’s just enough to rip a whine from you. “Fuck,” he grumbles, pulling your shorts completely off. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

He’s been wanting this, too?

“Let’s leave these on though,” he sighs, speaking in reference to your socks. It was something you knew he found sexy, overhearing a graphic conversation with Taehyung about kinks and other filthy things. That may or may not have been the motivation behind your purchase.

You cringe. Being naked in front of someone for the first time in a long time was nerve-wracking. 

“No panties?” Jungkook asks, looking at you quizzically. “Dressed so skimpy, Bambi. All for me?”

“I didn’t know you were gonna show up...”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he chuckles, caressing your legs with his large thumbs. You appreciate the gesture. 

Cool air brushes against your exposed core when he parts your thighs. His gaze locks onto your dripping center. You whine and cross your arms over your face. Maybe if you squeeze hard enough you’ll revert back into yourself and escape this dreadfully vulnerable feeling.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” he starts, words dying out because his attention is elsewhere. Jungkook has seen a lot of pussy throughout his life, but yours has got to be the, “prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. So fucking wet.” He settles back onto his knees, hooking his limbs around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

Jungkook watches in awe as he spreads your lips open with his thumb and index fingers, stealing a peek at your shiny center. He takes a long, languid lick from your pussy to your clit. He moans when the wet muscle dips between your folds, eyes scrunching as his feature contorts into a scowl. You recognize that face. That angry face he makes when he tastes something he finds incredibly yummy. It’s the same one he made when he ate his pancakes. 

Have you really studied him so much that you’ve picked up on his subtle habits? Nevertheless, the fact that he actually seemed to be enjoying going down on you was jarring. You’ve never experienced this before. It felt so fucking good. You were already close and he has barely touched you. You let out a whimper.

“Mm, you’re so responsive,” he notes, absolutely loving the little sounds you’re peeping. Much different than the blaring moans and screams he is used to. Despite the ego boost they give him, your shy whimpers are a welcomed change. Each one makes his cock twitch, forcing him to bring a hand down, palming himself through his sweats. “When’s the last time someone ate you out?”

“Never…”

“I don’t see why not,” he coos sympathetically, shaking his head in disapproval. He gives you another lick, tongue pressed flat against you. “You taste like lemonade, so sweet.” 

That had you absolutely drenched.

You move up onto your elbows, watching as he throws your legs over his broad shoulders. He licks the pad of his thumb, this time actually sinful. He presses it right to your bud, rubbing it before pulling the sensitive skin taut, lifting the hood and exposing your clit. 

He tuts his tongue, whispering something so quietly you barely catch it, only making out a breathy iteration of the word ‘tiny’. Heavy eyes flicker up to yours as he places two soft pecks on it, then blows delicately.

“Jungkook, please…”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, “I won’t tease-,” sentiment interrupted with an open-mouthed kiss, “I know how bad you must want it.” 

He circles the tip of his tongue on your clit before suctioning his lips around it. You gnaw onto your lower lip, face twisting up in pleasure.

This is easily a far better form of self care than what you had planned. 

It’s obvious that this is something Jungkook does a lot. He is a photography major, and has never struck you as someone who is incredibly bright, but the way he touched is strategic. He has spent the better part of the past decade perfecting his craft, studying the way women move their bodies when he applies a certain amount of pressure. The beautiful noises they make when he stimulates them in certain spots. He has the exact equation to make you fall apart.

There is a pattern to it. He latches onto your swollen nub, cheeks hollowing with a few harsh sucks, before licking over it, letting his tongue dip into your entrance. You can’t help the subtle thrusts into his mouth with every glide of his tongue. The consistency had your stomach doing somersaults.

He sinks further down, lapping at your folds, never straying too far from your clit, burying himself so deep into your pussy that the tip of his nose nudges against it. A big palm slides up your torso, reaching under your tank top to grab at your chest, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.

“Jung- fuck!” You croak, high-pitched and desperate. “I’m close.”

You expect him to pull away. He, instead, acknowledges you with an ‘mhm’, nuzzling even further into your cunt. 

You can’t help the instinctual, or more so learned, shame bubbling in your stomach. Your hips jerk away. Legs close tight around his head, attempting to save him from the brunt of your orgasm. He simply pries them back open, nails digging into your inner thigh. You grasp onto his hair, tugging it back as you curse under your breath.

He doesn’t like that.

He pops off of your clit with a sharp, annoyed growl. “Can you stop?” The stern edge in his voice makes you flinch, releasing your grip immediately. “You don’t have to control every situation. Just relax.” 

“I’m sorry,” you squeak.

His gaze softens immediately. He didn’t want you to apologize and he definitely didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. “You can touch me, Bambi,” he grabs your hands and places them back on his head, encouraging them to tangle in his tresses once again. “Keep me here, though. Wanna make you cum in my mouth.”

It’s strange, being pampered during sex. Taken care of. 

You peer down at him. His mouth and cheeks are dewy, covered in your arousal. Even the tip of his nose is wet. He’s not uncomfortable in the slightest. 

You push him down, giving him the green light to continue. The descent is quick. Starting in your stomach before it shoots through the rest of your body. You throw your head back, teeth digging into your lip as you desperately try to stifle the lewd moans threatening to escape.

Jungkook guides you through it, slowing down towards the tail end of your orgasm. He pulls away with a satisfied hum, standing up from his spot on the floor. “Taste?” He asks, squishing your cheeks with his big hand. His tongue licks right against yours when you stick it out, lips closing into a sloppy kiss. “Good, right?”

You don’t really taste anything, but you nod anyway. Maybe a slight hint of citrus. Or maybe you were delirious after the best orgasm of your life. The only partnered orgasm of your life.

His eyes are scrunched, but you can still see the stars in his dark pupils as he smiles down at you. You mirror him with the opposite expression, irises wide and blown out. He giggles, nuzzling into the side of your face and then nipping at your cheek. “You’re like a space girl,” your heart melts at the Sailor Moon reference. “So clueless. I wanna do everything to you. Teach you everything.”

“Like what?” 

“Have you ever squirted before?” 

You freeze. “No… I don’t think everyone can.”

“That’s not true. Everyone can squirt with a good partner and the right mindset,” he proclaims enthusiastically, shooting you a thumbs up. The tent in his pants on full display.

“Right mindset?” You giggle, raising a brow at him. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty intense.” He grabs a half-empty water bottle, your water bottle, off the nightstand, taking a big sip. “I can get you there,” he states, a droplet of water dripping down his chin. “You have to listen to me, though. You can continue your ‘girlboss’ bullshit after I’m done with you.”

You roll your eyes. If any other man said that to you, you would be livid. You would literally rain hellfire upon them. But it’s Jungkook. You know he’s joking, and the soft spot you have for him prevents you from ripping him a new one. 

He smiles when you agree, pecking your cheek before unzipping his hoodie and shrugging it off his shoulders. You watch his muscles work. Toned, firm biceps exposed for your viewing pleasures. He recently recolored the tattoos on his right arm. 

You remember him venting about his parents’ disapproval of them, and his major, when he walked you to your dorm after a party a few weeks ago. It was the only time you’ve ever seen the fun-loving, jovial man feel melancholic. You coin that night the night you developed... whatever it was that you have for him now.

“Alright,” he gestures to the cotton sweater, now spread out on your bed. “Lay here.”

“Why?”

“I mean…” he looks at you like you’re stupid. “You don’t want to get this wet, right?” He counters, pinching your blanket.

Cockiness just oozes out of him. It makes wetness ooze out of you. 

You comply, laying down on the soft material. It’s warm and smells like the delicate linen cologne he normally wears. You bask in the scent.

“I usually use lube for this, but…” he clicks his tongue, knowing you don’t have any. “We can make it work.” Leaning down, he lets a string of spit land on your clit. It tickles as it trickles down your folds. He’s quick to collect it with his fingertips, smearing the moisture all over.

“Take your top off, please. I wanna see those pretty tits.”

It’s barely a top. The jagged, raw hem only conceals half of your perked nipples. How ironic is it that you’re wearing an angel print tank while being absolutely defiled. You sit up, taking it off easily and tossing it on the floor before laying back down. 

“It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You wonder, reflecting on his earlier statements.

“Why, you nervous?” He teases with a lopsided grin. It drops when he sees the apprehensive look on your face. “It shouldn’t hurt, but if it does you’ll tell me, right?”

“Right,” you moan, another drop of saliva hitting your pussy. 

“Hold your legs up, keep them open,” he orders, sucking back the extra spit with a hiss.

Pink nails curl under your thighs, bringing them up to your chest just as Jungkook instructed. He pops his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, bringing them down to tease at your entrance before slipping in, palm facing up.

There’s an adjustment period, his fingers being much bigger than your own. You’re so aroused that the tenderness subsides quickly. “Fuck,” you yelp when he starts gently petting at your g-spot.

He doesn’t jam his fingers into you carelessly, an unpleasant sensation you’ve been subjected to in the past. His digits never leave you. Instead, they move in a sensual curl that makes you purr. Every touch is focused, intricately placed on that delicious spot.

“Pussy so wet,” his voice comes out as strained as his pants. He sounds so turned on and filled with lust. It makes you clamp around his fingers. He lets out the tiniest moan, using his free hand to grab yours, sucking three fingers into his mouth. “Touch your clit for me.”

You bring your hand down, rubbing side to side. “Uh-uh, circles.” 

Immediately, you follow his command. You look so delicious he can’t help himself, bending at the waist to latch onto one of your nipples.

“Please, Jungkook, more…”

“Yeah?” He mumbles against your chest, sending vibrations through the sensitive skin. You nod frantically. “I usually don’t give in this easily, but I think you deserve it. Been such a good girl. You can have more, Bambi.” You know it’s just sex talk. A stream of consciousness fueled by his horniness. All the blood leaving his head to fill his cock, making him more dumb than usual, but you can’t help but feel special. 

“It’s going to build up fast, okay?”

You mumble a small ‘mhm’. How bad can it really be?

Jungkook starts moving his hand rapidly, fingers thrashing up and down. There's so much force behind his movements that your hips lift and dip. 

You’re overwhelmed. Constant, vigorous stimulation right to your g-spot. A strange swelling feeling starts pooling in your lower stomach. High-pitched whimpery moans and wet squelching noises fill the room.

“J- daddy, fuck!” It is so intense you can’t form a coherent sentence. There’s faint laughter in the background. “No, no, no…” you plead, wrapping your hand around his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It’s too good. So good that it made you scared.

His movements halt. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, too much… fuck!” You shout when he continues at the same intensity, your body thrashing wildly. You feel out of control.

“Shh,” he whispers softly. “You can take it. Just let it happen.”

You inhale sharply, doing your best to calm down. It’s difficult when he keeps touching you like that. Your fingers curl into his sweater, bracing yourself. As soon as you stop fighting that full feeling, as soon as you loosen the tense muscles, it’s going to hit you.

You relax and a wave of the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt ripples over you.

There’s an intense, world-shattering, euphoric release.

And then nothing. 

Your head is empty. Your ears ring. Your vision is distorted by white splotches. 

Complete solace.

Your senses come back after a few minutes of heavy breathing. It’s fuzzy, but you can see the ceiling fan swirling above you.

There’s a metallic taste on your tongue. 

You can feel droplets trickling down your inner thighs, a damp puddle under your butt, and a warm set of lips on your temple.

“Welcome back to planet Earth,” Jungkook jokes, pushing away the wispy flyaways that stick to your forehead. You blink absently as you slowly make out his features. You swear there’s a glowing aura around him. “You good?” 

“So good,” you confirm halfheartedly. “You’re so good.”

“You came so much,” he hums in satisfaction, placing a few pecks against your jaw. Jungkook was actually surprised at how much wetness he coaxed out of you. You just kept on cumming. The prettiest waterfall he’s ever seen. Damp fingers brush up and down your bicep, a comforting gesture. “You called me daddy.”

“Shut up,” you groan, covering your face. “Don’t talk about it.”

“I won’t, it was fucking gross,” he laughs, smiling down at you so genuinely that it reaches his eyes. This was just a hookup, you assume, but he’s just so pretty. You can’t stop yourself from pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He reciprocates. It feels so intimate. Too intimate for a pair of friends. You’re so tired but you want more. Everything.

“Take this off, please,” you ball the white fabric of his shirt into your tiny fists, mimicking his words from earlier. “Let me see those pretty tits.”

He quirks a brow at you, standing up straight and pulling his shirt off by the collar. It’s discarded onto the floor, with all the other useless, bothersome items.

His tits are pretty. Chest flushed red from exertion, nipples spiked and tiny. His body is fit, but not overly muscular. Lean and toned. Just what you like.

You snake your legs around his cinched waist, constricting his pelvis flush against yours. 

“Is it my turn now?” He says, loving your sudden burst of confidence. His jaw goes slack when you start grinding on his clothed cock. There’s a slick spot where your bodies meet, heather gray turning dark as the fabric dampens. Jungkook lets you play with him for a bit, rutting against you until he physically cannot stand it anymore. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so bad.”

“Then do it,” you whimper, growing impatient. He sighs, hand coming down to fiddle with the sweater underneath you. You crane your neck, watching curiously as he pulls a square packet out of the pocket. 

There’s a sharp pain in your chest when you see it. “Did you plan on us hooking up?”

“Maybe,” he contends playfully. All the amusement in his face disappears when he flicks his bangs back and sees yours. Hurt and disappointed. “I always keep condoms on me, you know that,” he explains, voice soft and wary. 

It makes sense. He was sexually active. Very much so.

That scares you. You could possibly be just another girl he’s sexually active with. A last ditch effort to get laid because the first option bailed. The puzzle pieces start coming together.

You look him in the eyes. His pupils are brown again. They look pleading, concerned for your wellbeing. Afraid they’ve tarnished something so delicate. You can’t tell if it’s just your delusions, post-orgasm bliss. All you know is you never want him to stop looking at you the way he is right now.

“Can I put it on?” You ask, pointing at the condom in his hand, desperate to break the tension.

“I- sure,” he retorts, exhaling deeply like he was holding his breath, relieved. He gives it to you, using his other hand to pull his pants by the waistband, stopping mid-thigh. Too rushed and eager to take them off completely. 

He didn’t have underwear on either.

You squint, trying to read the white font on the packet. Large.

You glance up, eyes bulging out of your skull when they land on his cock. It’s big. So aroused that it points straight up, resting on his abdomen. The tip is bright pink, standing out against the background of his smooth milky pelvis. It’s shiny with precum, a little bead sitting right at the slight. Your gaze trails up the veiny underside, following the acute upward curve. You gulp.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” you say, jittery hands tearing open the foil packet. You cautiously wrap your hand around the shaft. It’s so firm. Rock solid and touch starved. It jumps in your palm as you slip the sticky rubber down, making sure to stroke him along the way. “Big, thas’ all.”

He nods, the corner of his lips pulling up in a smirk. He can tell your words are equally as worried as they are complimentative, though. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises, holding on to your ankle to lift your leg, kissing it through your white sock. Gaze locked on you, making sure you’re watching and that you know he can be soft with you.

He bends both of your knees up to your chest, tapping your outer thigh, indicating he wants you to hold them again. Tattooed knuckles wrap around the base of his cock, laying it flat against your pelvis. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath when he sees the tip reaches just below your belly button, knowing exactly what to envision when he’s inside you. His cock so deep it’s in your stomach.

He smacks the shaft between your folds. Filthy, wet slapping noises overpower your coos and purrs. The tip tickles your entrance, rubbing up and down your folds, before he brings it to your abused clit again, flicking it up and down like a light switch. Watching your face intently to gauge your reaction, looking for any prick of discomfort. 

“Put it in,” you frown, growing impatient.

“So needy,” Jungkook teases, gripping his cock right under the crown and pushing in. Only the tip. He uses his fingers as a buffer, trying not to give too much too fast. Pulling back agonizingly slow and then diving back in, giving you a little bit more length this time. It was only an inch or so, but the stretch burned. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill.

He repeats this process, working you open little by little until he’s buried to the hilt. He lets out a pained grunt, overwhelmed by the way your warm wet walls just suffocate him. “Fuck, tightest pussy ever.”

You clench your eyes shut, trying to ease the feeling of getting impaled. Jungkook is so big. The veins that run along his shaft, the thickness, the curve. He leans down and pecks your nose sweetly. His thumb, rubbing tight circles against your clit, provides a decent distraction. You focus on the pleasure instead of the pain.

“Feel okay, Bambi?” He coos, feeling you relax under him. “Can I move?”

With furrowed brows, he pulls out a few inches before thrusting back in slowly. Heavy eyes glued on the way your lips petal around him when he gives you more. The way they resist when takes his cock away. “Good girl,” he praises, voice raspy as he tries his best to maintain a slow, shallow pace. “You take it so well.”

Any pang of discomfort is gone. He prepped you so well that there’s no friction, just seamless glides in and out of your leaking cunt. The upturned tip of his cock tickles that sweet spot in you. You moan, digging your almond-shaped nails into your thighs, arching your back for more.

Jungkook sees your body language. He knows what to do in this situation. One of the most useful sex tips he’s ever learned. He leans forward, pressing his chest against yours, swollen lips latching onto your neck. They suck a sore spot that his tongue quickly soothes over. “Hold on to me,” he commands, wet pout smushed to your skin. 

You let go of your thighs, leaving little crescent indents on the surface, and throw your arms around his shoulders. Hooking your knees into the bend of his elbows, Jungkook hoists you up effortlessly, supporting your weight with his large palms on your ass. The change in position spreads you even further, slides him in even deeper.

“Mmm, f-,” you moan, words cut short when he starts bouncing you up and down on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Mmm, I knew it,” he chuckles sadistically, right into your ear. “I knew you were just waiting to be ruined. So fucking high-strung and- fuck!” He can feel your arousal dripping down to his balls. “Controlling.”

Arguing is pointless. You swear he's in your head, the tip of his cock scrambling your brain around so that you can’t even think straight. All you can think about is him.

You cling to him, resting your cheek against his shoulder as he lifts you in the air. Letting him have his way with you. You’re never felt more alive. 

‘Orgasms are the pinnacle of the human experience,’ you recall Jungkook telling you one day at the library. At the time, you rolled your eyes. Now, you know exactly what he meant. 

“You just needed some dick, huh? My dick?” You nod, drooling against his skin. “Doesn’t it feel good to let go?” All you can get out is a little moan.

A glint flickers in the corner of your eye. Mina’s mirror. It’s leaning against the wall right in front of you. You can see the expanse of his back. The taut skin on his shoulder blades. Biceps bulging as he moves you. His pants slid down to his knees, so you can see his cute butt dimpling when he thrusts up. Muscles working to make you cum.

“Okay,” he huffs, more to himself than you. Your pussy was so good that it derailed his original plan. Jungkook tosses you up a little, getting a more secure hold as he wraps an arm around your waist. The motion makes his cock slip out, the loss of contact makes you whine.

His free hand tosses his soiled hoodie out of the way. You cringe, making a mental note to mop tomorrow morning.

He places one of your fancy, cooling-gel pillows on the edge of the bed, laying you down on top of it. Your hips are elevated, tilted upwards. Giving him a clear view of your glowy core. He catches a glimpse of the only place he hasn’t destroyed.

“What about this?” He coos, pressing the pad of his thumb right against your clenching hole.

You squeak, shaking your head. Baby steps.

“Alright,” he chuckles, hand retreating promptly. “Maybe next time.”

He wants to do this again. Your heart flutters.

You watch as he guides himself back in, stuffing you to the brim in one swift motion. Much less cautious than earlier. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly. The pillow and his curve doing wonders. Your eyes roll back as your head hits the bed. “Like that, right?” He laughs, snapping into you. 

“Yeah, Jungkook,” you moan out, gripping your ankles and bringing them up by your head, just how he likes. “Don’t stop.”

He could’ve busted right then and there. 

“Fuck, keep saying my name,” he groans, eyes glancing up to your perky tits, jiggling freely with every snap of his hips. His pupils sneak down further, watching his cock plow into your tight, wet cunt, leaving it dewy.

You call his name like a metronome, ‘Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook’. Voice airy, following the rhythm of his hips. It makes him move harder and faster, feeling that familiar pooling at the base of his shaft.

Just like everything about him, his strokes are fluid. His hips aren’t locked and stiff. They move in a dip and roll that makes your toes curl. His pelvis mushes against your clit when he thrusts all the way in, balls smacking against the curve of your ass. It feels delicious. Your third orgasm of the night is approaching fast.

“You cumming, Bambi?” He hums, already recognizing the way your thick brows pull together when you're close. The way your hips rut a little, naturally guiding you to your orgasm.

“Mhm, make me cum Jungkook,” you mewl.

He hovers over you, placing his hands on top of yours, bending your legs back farther. Taking long, violent plunges into you. So close to a piledriver. He’s basically fucking you into the mattress, bed frame cracking against the wall beside it. One of your vine garlands falls down, but you’re so close you can’t even bring yourself to care. 

Your climaxes blend together. You first, clenching and unclenching around his length. Moans coming out sporadic and your shoulders off the bed. Legs trembling in his hands.

His orgasm is stunning. 

“Ah- fuck. I’m cumming,” he croaks through snarled teeth, head dropping to watch where you connect. Something he does often, you notice. He doesn’t stop, even after he spills into the condom, fucking you until he’s completely drained. You whimper, sensitive from the overstimulation. 

“Damn,” Jungkook huffs out a laugh, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You fist the wavy strands at the back of his head, a little damp. 

“Thank you,” you speak shyly.

“I know you’re new to this,” he lifts up and looks at you quizzically, amusement tickling his features, “But that’s kinda a weird thing to say after someone fucks you.”

You laugh with him, eyes darting over his face. He has a small scar on his cheek, something you’ve never noticed before. 

“No, I just mean-” you cringe when he pulls out of you, feeling empty. “You’re the only guy who’s ever… I don’t know. You’re just different.”

He smiles with twinkling eyes, tying a knot at the end of the condom and tossing it into the pink trash can beside your nightstand. “You’re different, too,” he mirrors, plopping down onto the bed next to you. “Special.”

Special.

You sigh into his lips when he gives you a soft peck, thumb brushing against the newfound mark of his face. “I’m sorry that I made you do all the work.”

“Nah, don’t worry. Making you feel good makes me feel good.” His words are sweet but there’s a naughty glint in his eyes. “Besides, you can think of this as a practice round.”

“Practice round?”

He hums in conformation, tapping your ass lightly, making it ripple against his hand. “Alright, go take a leak before you get a UTI.” He laughs when you push his shoulder. The same old blunt, shameless Jungkook.

He stops you before you disappear into the bathroom. “I hope this won’t make things awkward between us. Like, we’re still friends, right?”

Friends.

It takes all of your strength to give him a nod. You ponder over his words as you clean up in the bathroom. Why did you feel so... conflicted? You’re so happy, but you’re also kinda sad. It’s like your mood solely depends on Jungkook. His words have the power to pull you in whatever direction he pleases. You stare at yourself in the mirror.

All these emotions must mean you have a crush on him.

You sigh, flicking off the light and then heading back into your room.

Jungkook is hunkered down in your sea of pillows, soft snores leaving his parted lips. Chest rising and falling steadily. Hair messy, fanned around him.

He looks so beautiful and peaceful.

You tilt your head at the sight. He always told you that he never spends the night after a hookup.

The blanket is only covering his pelvis, strong legs poking out from underneath. His sweats are still on his ankles. You giggle, attempting to slide them off without waking him.

“Bambi,” he mutters sleepily, opening his big arms. “C’mere.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. You shuffle into bed, throwing the covers over both of your bare bodies. 

He wraps his arms around you, pecking your forehead before drifting back into slumber.

Fuck.

What have you gotten yourself into?

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Twice Fic World ch.2

Strawberry Picking 🍓

80% Smut, but still have a good storyline.

Mina x Surprise Member x M Reader

A sequel to Night Club Darkness

Word count: approx. 1.9k words

Summary: Mina approached you again inside the office, and she invited you over to have some more strawberries.

Ps. This contains much aggressive stuffs than it's prequel 🔥

You woke up early today because it is Monday. You quickly prepared to go to work, and you can't wait to see Mina again. After what happened to you two, you can't take her off your mind. But there's really no communication between you and her after all of that. Just some glances and smiles, it is not an awkward smile, just a friendly smile. But you made some small talks to her in office during breaks or whenever you meet her in the office.

You arrived in the office and started to go at your block. You opened your desktop to finish the presentation due for next week.

After and hour your boss, Jihyo arrived and she told you to go with her inside her office.

" How's your presentation? " she asked in English and in her usual foreign accent.

" It is going well ma'am, actually it is faster than expected. I can finish it today and I can email it to you for your approval " you answered in Korean.

" Oh, sorry you prefer to talk in Korean. Well then " she switched into Korean.

" Make sure that your presentation will be approved by the board. We are going to Tokyo, Japan next week so be prepared "

" Yes ma'am, I assure you that we got this already in the bag " you answered.

" Quite confident, I like it. Oh well, you can now go back to your work. Thank you Y/N " she said while looking at you with a glaring smile.

You never felt awkward before while talking to your boss, but that smile and the " Thank you Y/N " that she said sent shivers to your spine. Just as you recover from the cold, you were surprised by someone pulling your wrist to the side.

Turns out it is Mina, in her cute clothes and short brown skirt. She pulled you over with a cute smile, and your nervousness was replaced with comfort.

" Hey Y/N, are you busy right now? " she excitedly asked.

" Not really, I just have one presentation to cover later " you answered.

" Will you hang with me for a bit inside ? " she asked while pointing to the office behind her.

It is a new office that is still not functional and covered with unfinished mess for construction. It is meant for a new department for the company.

" Sure, we never got a chance to hang up since last time "

After the door closed, you sat in a sofa and she sat on top of you. You instinctively hugged her from behind.

" Ohhh " she giggled as you hugged her.

" You know I can't get you off my mind, I tried to just ignore you last few days but I can't resist " she added.

" I thought I'm the only one who felt that way" you said before puting your hands on her face and pulling her so she can turn around.

She looked into your face with a grin. You hold her neck with your left arm and your other arm explores her wonderful body as you two began making out. Both of you fought for dominance and your tounge discovered every inch of her mouth. She bit your lips and started to take off your shirt. She kisses her neck and you shoved off her blue blazer and put you hands in her bare back from under her arms while you enjoys her tounge painting into your neck and shoulders. You feel your bulge growing fast, she stoo kissing your neck.

" Which nipple is much more sensitive? " she asked.

You mumbled for second because you're confused, but knowing that your left nipple is much more sensitive than the right one you didn't answer her. Instead, you grab her head and put her lips into your left nipples. He quickly gave it a huge lick and she sucked it wonderfully. You left arm began to fondle her breast and the other cupped her ass cheeks. You felt heaven as she removed your pants and gave you a handjob while still sucking your nipple. When you're pleasuring yourself you're playing with your nipple too for additional pleasure. So what Mina is doing had remained your biggest fantasy until now. You can't hide your moans from her

*slurp ~ slurp ~

" You love this baby Y/N? " she said while looking at you seductively.

" Yes baby I love it " you answered.

" No, you're my baby "

" For me both of them are sensitive, so please give them both your attention " she said while pulling her top down and fed her perky tits to your mouth.

You sucked her tit while playing with the other and you made sure to give both your equal attention. You did your best to suck them equally. While you're sucking your shaft felt wet, and you saw Mina lining her pussy into your shaft. She removed her underwear and began to ride you.

She rides you in her pace while you are making out. It stayed like that for few minutes before she came.

" Ahhh~~ baby your cock is the best " she said while she is cumming.

" ahhh ~ " she kept moaning until she can't.

She laid on you like a doll, just like that night when she fucked your cock in a dark side of the night club.

You're not done yet, so you lift her up into the wall and rammed her.

" Ahhhh~~~ fuckkk yess babyy! " she moaned almost shouting. So you muffled her with your mouth.

She wrapped her arms into you and started biting your shoulder as she reaches climax again.

" mmmhhh, ohhhh ~~ " she can't avoid slipping some moans while still biting you.

She stopped biting you when you told her you're cumming

" I'm cumming, baby let me just put you dow..."

She wrapped her legs into your waist and she whispered to your ear.

" Come inside me baby, I love your cum inside me " she whispered before liking your earlobes.

The licks sent shivers and her words made you 10 times hornier causing your cum to burst inside her pussy.

" Ahh~~ yes baby, that's it fill me with your cum mhhh~~~ " she moaned while you're cum is still pumping inside her.

You laid into the sofa while she's still on top and you made out for a minute before she stood up and began to clean the mess with some wet wipes.

" Your cum is slipping into my legs Y/N "

she said with a seductive smile.

She gave you a peck in your chicks before going out the office and straight to the comfort room. You waited for a while before leaving.

When you opened the door, you saw a dressed up new girl into the hallway. She's new so you greeted her.

" Hey what's up " you said while smiling.

" Hey " she continued to walk and did not even bothered to smile. She just looked at you like nothing.

" Who the heck was that? " you said inside your head.

You headed back to your block and you went back to finishing your presentation.

" Whoo! What a long day " you said while yawning.

It's already 6:21 pm and you quickly sent the presentation to boss Jihyo for her critiquing. You packed your things and went to the parking lot. As you open your car door you received a message from an anonymous number.

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:Hey Y/N it's me, Mina. Would you like to come over to my apartment for some more strawberries?

:Oh hi Mina, I'm pretty tired but a dinner would make it up. Btw how did you get my number?

:Okay Y/N I'll cook dinner for us don't worry :) and I got your number while you're deep asleep on your bed last time. Lol.

:Oh😂

:Send me your address.

:Homersan St. Block 342, apartment 301.

: I'll be on my way

:🍓🍓

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You drove back to your home first to take a cold shower. You dressed cozily with a white top and a black night pants. You drove to her apartment and knocked on the door. No one is responding, you tried texting her but she is not responding.

After few tries , you called her and you heard her phone ringing from the inside. You're starting to feel anxious and over thought what happened to her inside. You reached the door knob and it is not locked so you quickly opened the door and rushed towards the phone. It is on a desk from the front of the television. You picked it up and stopped the ringing. You saw a glimpse of light from a room. It is dark in the living room so the light from the semi-opened door of a room beamed through the floor. You took a peak only to see two cuties lying besides each other.

Mina didn't even changed clothes, and lying besides her is a cute one too. You took a gulp and you came inside the room.

" Hey Mina, I'm here" you whispered while knocking the door.

Mina opened her eyes slowly.

" Oh hey Y/N " she answered while she sit up into the bed.

" Why are you so late? "

" Sorry I was caught in the traffic" you answered.

" Come, let's have dinner "

" Hey Chae, wake up Y/N is here already let's take our dinner " she said.

Chae sit up to the bed and looked at you

" Hey Y/N, you're so late that we got sleepy. No worries though " she said while looking into you with a smile.

Mina led you to the dining table and she reheated the pork stew that Chae cooked earlier. As Mina is preparing the table she introduced you to Chae.

" Y/N this is Chaeyoung, my girlfriend" she said.

What the freaking fuck. She have a girlfriend?????

" Hi Chaeyoung, nice to meet you " you said awkwardly while looking to Mina.

Mina almost laughed and said

" Y/N don't worry she knows. She's the one that insisted me to go to the night club that night to experience real dick " she said while looking both to you and Chaeyoung.

You're surprised as to how casual her tone is. It's like she and Chaeyoung always having conversations like this. No words came out to your mouth.

" Y/N she told me everything, just like how you like strawberries? Her scent? That's mine lol " she giggled with a smile.

" That's my perfume and maybe I taste better than Mina " she said while smiling at Mina.

" Nahhhh, I'm tasty than you are you said it yourself "

" We'll find out later " Chaeyoung answered before smiling a little.

You started eating and Chaeyoung questions casual things like what's your age, work, educational background etc.

" I'm a bisexual I have tasted dicks too but my girlfriend did not try to have dick inside her. So I insisted her to try. "

You just smiled to what Chaeyoung have said and Mina is looking at you seductively.

" She's used to toys so she's not totally virgin, but for dicks? I know she'll need it "

Chaeyoung stated.

" Turns out you're right baby " Mina answered.

" I was longing for dick too, hey Y/N let's have a threesome with my girlfriend " she declared.

The moment you heard that it's just like a blink of an eye, you just found yourself on their bed without your shirt and your pants and underwear down. You and Chaeyoung is making out while Mina sucks your dick. Chaeyoung is wearing a shorts without underwear and a loose oversized shirt that reveals the straps of her bra. Your making out so intense that you can taste the pork stew from her saliva.

" mmmh ~ mmmh ~ " mild moans came out the three of you.

Chaeyoung broke the kiss and started kissing your neck. You focused on Mina that is giving her best at sucking your dick. You gently pats her head. But Chaeyoung pushed her head to your shaft. Mina gagged and pulled out her mouth.

" Gahh! Ahhwilpsmmanw " she mumbled, a tear flowed on her left cheek.

" Go on baby, I'll teach you how to deep throat a dick " Chaeyoung said before giving a sloppy kiss to Mina.

You enjoyed the scenery of two hot chicks making out in front of you. Chaeyoung holds your dick and she held Mina's mouth so she can spit in it. She spits three times inside Mina's mouth and you felt the pleasure that Mina is showing.

" Suck his dick " Chaeyoung ordered Mina.

As soon her lip touched your tip, Chaeyoung slowly pushed Mina's head to your dick. And as your dick touched the back of her troat Mina started tearing and her eye liner is a mess and it's so hot of a scene that you placed your palm into her cheek for appreciation. Chaeyoung stayed her in that position for 3 seconds before releasing Mina, Mina then started to suck you off as soon as she catches her breath.

" Good girl, that's my baby. Suck his dick more " Chaeyoung said before pushing Mina's head again.

" Go hold her head " she ordered you to both out your hands to hold still Mina's head .

She proceeded to push Mina forcing her to take all of your dick into her throat.

" Golk, golk, golk, " her throat released sounds as Chaeyoung didn't stop.

" Yes, good girl " Chaeyoung said before letting Mina go.

Mina's face is a mess, and she almost throw up after that. Chaeyoung hugged her while patting her head.

" What a good girl you are, I love you baby" She said.

" I wuv yu " struggling to say a word, Mina answered with a smile.

Chaeyoung puts Mina off the bed and she sits her against the bed's corner.

" Hey Y/N come here " she ordered

She hold Mina's face and spits in her mouth.

" Ahh~~~ yes give me more " Mina seductively moaned.

" Hey Y/N help me, spit inside her mouth too" she said .

The idea of spitting inside Mina's mouth is so hot that you started spitting too. You opened your mouth and let's your saliva flows into Mina's tounge as she smiled seductively while looking at you.

" That's enough" Chaeyoung said.

Chaeyoung held Mina's head and looked to you while you're standing.

" Open your mouth and show your tounge baby" Chaeyoung said to Mina before giving her cheeks a peck of kiss.

" Fuck her throat" Chaeyoung ordered you.

You hold onto the bed's corner wood for support and started thrusting into Mina's throat.

" Ahhh fuck your throat is so good Mina " you moaned.

*golk

*golk

*golk

Mina smiled while her head bounces as you fuck her mouth. Chaeyoung is looking into your eye while you ram, it causes you to be much more turned on.

Chaeyoung's sight switched into your dick. She is amazed of how you're fucking Mina's mouth. She is biting her lips and gently plays her tits.

" Hey Y/N fuck my throat too " Chaeyoung said while pointing inside her mouth showing her tounge.

Without a thought, you pulled your dick and Mina's catched her breath. You pulled into Chaeyoung's hair and stuffed her mouth with your dick.

" Take this you slut" you said.

Chaeyoung smiled slightly as you ram her throat.

You're much more aggressive into fucking her mouth because you're kinda pissed that she forces Mina to do deep throat. But it's nothing to her. She even wraps her arms into your legs and followed your rythm with her jamming her head into your shaft. You can see her perky cleavage up there causing you to be much more horny. The sight of her bra straps falling off made you hornier.

*golk *golk *golk

Chaeyoung's releases slight moans while her throat gagged. Chaeyoung's a beast, you realized that as you feel your dick slipping through her esophagus slightly and it feels so fucking good that you're about to cum.

" You fucking slut, your I'll fuck your throat all day " you said

She just looked at you and smiled.

" You want to be a good girl? " you said seductively.

She nods her head while keeping eye contact.

" Then swallow my cum you bitch, slut " you said while moaning.

You came inside her and the pump of your cum goes straight down to her stomach. You hold her head a little more before letting go. She sucked you off to clean your shaft and she confidently showed her mouth that not inch of a cum remains.

You found Mina sleeping on to the bed. You gently tucked her into the bed and gave her a little kiss.

" Hey Y/N let's fuck " Chaeyoung said while her finger is on her lips. She striped all of her clothes and looked at you hungrily.

You and Chaeyoung fucked besides Mina while she's sleeping. You rammed Chaeyoung's pussy missionary style and your moans filled the air.

" Ahhh~~~ , fuck, yes Y/N "

" Fuck me more "

" Ahh~~ ahh~~ "

*Bed screeching

It's more of like Chaeyoung fucking you, as she's much more hungry for it. You fucked her in dogstyle and while she's on top of you. And on that night you came inside her twice.

You laid on their bed between Mina and Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung ended up fucking you once more, after she woke up in the middle of her sleep.

When the morning came, you found Mina out of the bed. You quickly stood up and put some clothes. You saw Mina at the dinner table and she's preparing breakfast.

" Hey Y/N thank you for coming, I hope that we can hang out like this again soon " she said.

" Yes, thank you too " you answered before pulling her for a quick makeout session.

" Sorry Mina I have to go, you know we have to go for work again" you giggled.

" Yes I packed breakfast for you though " she answered before handing the bento box over.

" Thanks again Mina, please say my regards to your girlfriend, I'll be going now " you said.

" Yes Y/N, goodbye "

You' re driving back to your home you're so tired because of what happened but you had a great sleep that you are energized today. Maybe Mina's smile is all that there is that energizes you. You wondered what was inside the bento box. You opened it while the light are red and a pancake toped with butter and maple syrup catched your eyes. Inside the other one is some strawberries sprinkled with powdered sugar.

--------------------THE END-----------------

Thank you for the support on my first ever smut everyone ( ꈍᴗꈍ).

Here's the sequel to that story. I hope you like it.

I'm expecting this story to have another sequel so please stay tuned.

Prequel story:

#twice x reader #twice smut #twice imagines #twice mina #mina smut #mina x reader #chaeyoung smut #chaeyoung x reader

[lezbianchae]

When I say it’s okay.

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Momo G!P x (fem reader)

Momo (reader as Nayeons Little sister) sneak fucking you at a sleep over.

Warnings: G!P, breeding k!nk, Exhibitionism

1.4K words

Momo had always had the hots for you. It was really hard to hide your relationship with momo in front of the other members, especially your big sister Nayeon. Nayeon would be extremely protective over you, I mean you were technically her baby, she’d hurt anyone who’d want to hurt you. She never found it suspicious how close you were with momo, Nayeon was just as close with Momo, so she just assumed it just because you 2 were siblings, and that she had a soft spot for you. Was she wrong, Momo just really wanted to screw you and wanted you to herself.

Nayeon had invited you over for Twice’s sleep over. It’s a thing the girls do where after every tour they spend time with each other and spend the night at someone’s dorm. This year the sleep over was at Nayeon and Momo’s dorm. Since Nayeon new how much you liked seeing Momo and how you were clingy towards her, she decided to have you over, all the members were okay with it Since you’re Nayeons little sis, you might as well be Twice’s too.

As you arrived to Nayeon and Momo dorm, you could already hear the conversations, and the movements happening in the room along with the smell of fried foods. You knocked on the door hearing footsteps coming towards it, as you’re greeted by a lovely bubbly face, Sana.

“Y/N! Come in! Come in!” She grabbed your arm and pulled you in with excitement. You almost tripped due to the sudden pull. You enter as you take off your shoes in the front of the door.

You see your Older sister, and the other members doing all sorts of things, Jeongyeon, Jihyo , Momo and Nayeon playing what ever competitive game on the switch, playing on the TV. Tzuyu and Dahyun trying to bake some sort of pastry (it smelt burnt…) and Mina and Chaeyoung watching Tzuyu and Dahyun probably burning down the kitchen. As Nayeon noticed you enter she had pause the game, causing the other girls to groan after the sudden stop. But had quickly changed their mood after your unnies saw you.

“Y/n! Y/n! You’re here!” Nayeon greeted, kissing your cheek while rubbing your head, causing your hair to be messy as you try to push off your older sister. Momo quickly dropped her control after seeing you, and had walked over eagerly but to wanting to seem desperate at the same time. She’s been dying to see you, she hasn’t seen you since part 2 of the tour stared.

“Y/n..” her eye sparked, she gave you a hug, while getting a whiff of your hair she always liked the way you smelt.

“Hi momoring.” You say as you held her hand, caressing her knuckles. She gave a soft smile, as you blushed and looked down at your socks.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughs, eating, playing Mario party on Mina’s switch. You were starting to get scared of Jihyo since she kept losing so much to which is quite rare to see. The other members were starting to fear her as well..

As everyone slowly felt tired, they all agreed that it was best they that they would get ready to sleep, and go out for breakfast tomorrow.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon helped set up the blankets, everyone will be sleeping in the living room. As everyone else got ready for bed, and you were getting ready bushing your teeth in the bathroom, a knock on the bathroom door was herd.

“Y/n..? It’s me Momo. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, that’s okay!” You shout.

Momo walked in, closing the door behind her, running into you and giving you a proper hug, leading her mouth on the crook of your neck, kissing it. Giving it a few nibbles.

“M-momoring…” you let out a few small grunts, Momo pulling off of you to look down at you. “I missed you so much y/n… not being able to see you has drove me crazy… I need you more then anything right now..” She tried to kiss you but stopped her before she could.

“M-momoring.. we can’t right now.. my sister is right outside! I don’t wanna risk it. I can’t risk..not being able to see you..can we do this when we’re more in private…? Please..?” Momo frowned. She needed you badly. But also wanted to respect you and your wishes. Even if she was desperate. As much as she needed you, you were right.

“Fine.. but can you at least sleep with me..? I’d like to hold you.” You gave in a thought.

“O-okay.. I mean it won’t look too weird right?” Momo pecked your cheek. “Yeah.” you continued to bush your teeth and Momo left to get a spot for the 2 of you.

“Alright girls! I Hope you Found a spot to sleep on tonight. Rest well.” Jihyo shouted, she turned off the lights. As you were crawling your way over to Momo’s spot, Nayeon gave a look to you, you ignored hoping it wasn’t a bad thing you were sleeping with Momo. Momo made room for you, you layed next to her. As you turn to your back, Momo spooning you as she put on the covers on top of both of you. You pressed your butt against Momo. It was already enough you were torturing her like this. Your sent, your body right pressed up against hers. It was driving her crazy, she couldn’t help but grind against your butt.

You noticed the sudden movement. Momo grinding a bit deeper. Her cock poking you.

“Momoring, what are you doing!” You whispered.

“I’m sorry Y/n I really can’t fucking help myself anymore. I really need you, right now. Please…” she was begging.

You felt bad for having her in this state, she needed some relief. You nodded, allowing her to use her to use you.

She grasped on your pajama pants, pulling them down, leaving you in your panties. She pulled her pajama pants and boxers. She slides herself between your thighs.

“F-fuck..” Momo quietly groans into your neck, she starts rubbing herself back and forth between your legs, she sucks on your neck to keep herself quiet. You held yourself still as Momo was grinding her cock on your clothed cunt, you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“Y-y/n I’m so close..take of your panties… please.. I need to be in you so so bad.” You obeyed her immediately, sliding them off, allowing her to enter you. Momo sliding one of her hands in her shirt, groping your bare small breast and pinching your nipple.

Momo inserts herself in you slowly, She has you a whimpering mess, taking in the feeling of your walls closing around her cock. “F-fuck..you’re so warm.. you’re gonna make me cum by this alone..fuck..”

“M-momoring.. start moving..hhgh..” you moaned, which only cause Momo to get crazier. She started fucking you slowly to avoid any skin slapping noises, as you kept whimpering, gripping her hand tightly as a desperation to keep quiet, Momo stoped. “Shhh.. be a good girl and keep quiet for me okay? Can you do that for m-mommy?”

“Y-yes..” you said quietly. “That’s it, that’s my girl.” The praise had you crazy , you started moving by yourself,Momo moving the same pace.

As Momo went faster, it became so much harder to be able to keep quiet. Momo kissed your shoulder and neck, as she came close. “Please let me get you pregnant, fuck.. have my kids y/n please.” You nod violently, allowing her to finish in you, pumping her load in you having you to moan in the pillow. And there Momo was, practically breeding her best friends little sister.

After calming down from your high, Momo kissed your face frantically, her cock buried deep in you, while giving you pecks on the cheek.

“Y/n you did so good for me.. I’m so proud, I hope you’re pregnant with our kids and we’ll be happy mommies together. I love you so much baby.” All you could do was nod, you were so tried from Momo fucking you so all you did was kiss her hand, as momo wrapped her arm around around you. Sleeping while being connected with Momo.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The next morning you two cleaned up, and after you and momo got out of the bathroom, Nayeon stared at you 2, in her big sister stance. She was especially staring hard Momo. She knew what Momo did and it was gonna be a rough morning.

#Momo #twice #momo twice #momo x reader #momo x fem reader #g!p momo #twice smut #twice x reader #kpop smut #smut #writing #teehee #spicy stuff

[vex91]

Myoui Mina - Please

Pairing: Myoui Mina x Female Reader

Fandom: Twice

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Can I request a meaning Mina x fem!reader angst/fluff where Mina is in love with reader and she is too shy to tell reader but then she sees reader talking to Nayeon and gets jealous and like she starts treating reader terribly and the reader is upset asking why are you treating me like this (or something) and she tells reader she in love with her. The ending can be your choice thanks 💕😘

Summary: Love is beautiful but it can also hurt, especially when person you love starts treating you terribly.

A/N: Myoui Mina supremacy🛐🛐🛐

3rd's POV

Myoui Mina. The Japanese woman found her place in your heart and for years refused to leave it. It was like she owned it and honestly you were pretty sure that she did. Nothing you did could change the way your heartbeat fastened whenever she was close to you or even just looked at you.

Mina was incredible. She was really talented, kind and beautiful and all of it made it even harder for you to confess. You knew that she was going to reject you and honestly you weren't sure if your heart would be able to survive this.

So you decided to not confess and just be content with being friends with her. Calling her your friend hurted you but you knew that it would hurt a lot more if you completely lose her over your feelings. Fortunately her group had 8 other people who could help you take your mind off of how badly you wanted to be with her.

The one who was the biggest support for you was Nayeon. She knew about your feelings for her younger member and despite wanting you to confess to her, she respected your decision and comforted you when you needed it. That's why you often spend lots of time with the oldest. Unbeknownst to you other members noticed it and one of them wasn't too happy about it.

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Today you were visiting Twice's dorm. You haven't seen them in a pretty long time due to them being away on tour after their new album release and after they got back, they immediately invited you for a movie night. You agreed quickly since you missed them a lot, especially Mina who you were excited to see the most.

You rang the doorbell and the door opened for you Jihyo. You greeted her and after she let you in, you noticed Mina "Unnie hi" The excitement that you felt when you finally saw the woman quickly disappeared when she walked away, not even acknowledging your presence and leaving you frozen near the door. Jihyo looked in the direction Mina went to, confused by the sudden behavior of her groupmate but before she could say anything to you, Nayeon who observed the whole situation, walked in.

"Y/N I missed you so much" she pulled you into a hug and signaled Jihyo to leave you two alone. The leader nodded and went to help Jeongyeon prepare the snacks for all 10 of you. After you were left alone with Nayeon, said girl pulled away from you but not fully, still keeping her arm wrapped around your waist to give you a little bit of comfort after your encounter with Mina.

"It will be okay" Her voice didn't fully helped you feel okay but it did bring you some comfort as you let her guide into their living room. Walking in you noticed Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu choosing the movie you were going to watch, Momo and Sana watched the three youngest with smiles on their faces while sometimes commenting something about them and laughing, Jeongyeon and Jihyo were still preparing the snacks and Mina was sitting in a chair and looking through her phone.

Or at least that's what you thought she was doing when in reality her eyes were drawn to the way Nayeon held you when you both walked into the room. The jealousy started bubbling inside her again making her feel sick again. She knew she shouldn't feel like this since you weren't hers to begin with but it didn't stopped her from hating when someone else got to be the one to hold you when all she wanted was to be the one who can.

She didn't mean to be mean to you or to hurt your feelings with her childish behavior but it also hurted her to be close to you, knowing that you were probably in a relationship with Nayeon. Being close to you, knowing that she probably won't be able to hold you tightly in her arms without any care in the world was killing her.

When Jeongyeon and Jihyo came back, all of you sat down. Nayeon pulled you to sit next to her on the couch which wasn't unnoticed by Mina. The maknaes chose a horror as a first movie of the night and honestly youw were terrified of them. When Nayeon noticed you trembling slightly, she tapped you on your knee and leaned to your ear, whispering "Bury your head into my shoulder, I'll keep you safe so don't worry" she wrapped her arm around you and helped you bury your head into her shoulder, keeping you close.

Mina looked over to you two feeling sick to her stomach at the sight of the two of you cuddling and the way Nayeon rubbed your shoulder. Not being able to stand it anymore Mina stood up and walked into the kitchen in order to calm down there. When she left Nayeon looked from her to you and whispered "Maybe go and see what's wrong. Maybe she'll tell you what her deal is" You looked up at her and Nayeon's heart skipped a beat right in that moment. Nodding you quietly excused yourself and walked into the direction Mina walked off to before.

Nayeon leaned her head against the couch, looking at your disappearing figure. Swearing that if Mina won't get her shit together, she will take care of you.

Walking into the kitchen you saw Mina preparing herself a glass of water. Noticing another presence in the kitchen, the Japanese woman turned her head only to look away after seeing that it was you. The uncomfortable silence took over as you started wondering how you got to this point. All you wanted was to keep her in your life and you couldn't even do it as friends?

"Are you going to ignore me forever now?" Your question made Mina freeze for a solid second. Her body noticeable tensed at your words but she remained silent making you scoff "Seriously? You won't even talk with me? God dammit unnie, you should at least tell me what I did wrong instead of making me wonder what happened" You didn't even notice when tears started appearing in your eyes and honestly you didn't care, you were just desperate to know the reason behind her behavior.

"Please..." Your voice came out weaker than expected due to you crying, surprising Mina with how broken you sounded. She looked at you and seeing you so devastated because of her pained her. She acted selfishly to protect her own heart and forgot about your well-being in the process. She did something that she promised herself not to do. Did she even deserved you at this point.

"Y/N... just go back to Nayeon. She must be worried" You didn't understood "What do you mean?" She looked away from you and took a deep sighed before deciding to tell you the whole truth. You deserved at least that much for what she did to you.

"Listen Y/N I...... I really like you, hell I love you but I figured that you probably are with Nayeon unnie and since it was hard for me to well ignore my feelings I figured it would be easier to distance myself from you. Listen I'm really sorry I seriously didn't mean t-" You cut her off with a kiss that shocked her instantly but as fast as it came it disappeared just as fast and she felt you punching her shoulder, tears still streaming down your face.

After processing what happened Mina stopped you from punching her by trapping you between her and the counter, inches between you as she slowly wiped your tears from your face. Despite not wanting to, you couldn't stop yourself from blushing at your close proximity "Why did you kiss me?" She whispered looking straight into your eyes.

"Because I like you stupid" You lightly pushed her away and started walking away but before you walked out you looked in her direction "I don't know how you got the idea of me dating Nayeon but you should know that I liked you all this time. Unfortunately I am pretty offended by the way you ignored me so you have lots of making up to do before I'll forgive you" You playfully winked at her before walking back into the living room, leaving Mina stunned.

You were right. She had lots of making up to do after her stupid behavior but the knowledge about your feelings motivated her. She was going to make sure that you would forgive her for her mistake.

#vex writes #twice x reader #twice reactions #myoui mina x reader #myoui mina

[plooto]

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ right for me . ft. kyotani kentarou

synopsis . growing up, you remained at kyotani’s side, your feelings for him never wavering, him the same. after school with the weekends coming up, you’d stay the night at his house, flirting back and forth as if you guys are not dating and you picking kiddish fights, forcing him to chase you around his house, you squealing with joy.

notes . young ! kyotani , young ! reader , small ! reader , soft ! reader , gentle ! kyotani , soft girl x punk guy ! au , not proofread .

you asked him out in secondary school. it was a kiddie crush, one that turned into something more, little did you know, he noticed you too. he was short when he answered you with a short and shy ‘sure’ rather an actual answer, but you understood. overloaded with joy, you smiled brightly. your legs making your bounce in place,

“ oi, relax ! ” you came back to your senses and nodded, giving him a hug before telling him you’ll see him in the morning for school.

growing up, you remained at kyotani’s side, your feelings for him never wavering, him the same. after school with the weekends coming up, you’d stay the night at his house, flirting back and forth as if you guys are not dating and you picking kiddish fights, forcing him to chase you around his house, you squealing with joy.

“ ‘m glad he’s found someone, ” his father spoke softly, sipping his drink as he listened to the two of you play around,

“ ‘taro i give ! ” you shouted in between laughter, his hands halted on your sides,

“ good, let’s go to bed, you’re tired, ” you pouted at him, looking at him with shock as he stood up, grabbing his tv remote.

“ not tired ! ” you said, crossing your arms as you sat up,

“ okay, cuddle ? ” you smiled, getting up and sitting on his lap, watching his facial expressions as he shuffled through the hundreds of movies that appeared on the screen,

“ i can feel you staring ” your face burned and you turned to the tv too, seeing a movie that you wanted to watch with him,

“ can we watch that one ? ” he shuffled past it,

“ this one ? ” you shook your head, he called another one wrong,

“ ken~ ” you pouted, looking at him, he smiled and let out a deep laugh, wrapping his arms tighter around you and selecting the movie you were talking about.

“ okay, let’s lay down. ” he pulled you backwards on the bed with him, wrapping his arms around you as you both turned to watch the movie on the television. the beginning credits finished and he felt your body relax more and he knew you were alseep.

“ not tired huh ? ” he leaned over you as gently as he could and pressed a kiss to your head, pulling the covers over your sleeping body.

“ g’night doll. ” you smiled in your sleep, and he mimicked your actions, deciding that that would be the nickname that he would call you.

graduating and you both attending aoba josai, you both were scattered, a new school and new schedules to match, you guys didn’t have much time together as you used to, only able to see each other during lunch and after school. you made a few friends, none too serious and kyotani had his volleyball club and you did your homework when he was at practice. weeks go by and your in your second term of your first year of high school and people have started to notice you and kyotani n were dating, your friends, yena and mina, pulled you to the side between classes,

“ hey, we heard some rumors going around and we just wanted to see if they were true. ” mina spoke, you nodded, looking up at your friends curiously.

“ what are they? ” they looked at each other before taking a breath, yena spoke,

“ that you were dating that kyotani kid, ” you looked at both of them doe eyed, you blinked once, then twice.

“ we are ! ” you said cheerily, a smile softly gracing your features. they both looked at each other,

“ oh ” they said and visibly calmed down,

“ what ? ” you looked from yena to mina and back again,

“ if it was true we was wondering why. ” you thought about it, resting your pointer finger to your lips,

“ omg, he’s not doing anything to you is he ? he’s a punk isn’t he, yena ? ” she nodded, you waved your hands in front of you,

“ no no ! nothing like that ! i asked him out, i didn’t really have a reason, we were kids and i liked him. ” you said softly, playing with your baby pink finger nails that kyotani recently paid for you to get done.

“ hm. ” they said simultaneously, debating what they should do next,

“ y’n, ” you heard your boyfriend behind you, you smiled to yena and mina, giving them both a hug before lightly skipping to your boyfriend of four years.

“ they didn’t look too happy, ” you pouted to the side,

“ i don’t think so either, they were seeing if rumors were true, ” he titled his head to look down at you,

“ the ones about us dating ? ” you paused, mouth agape as you stared up at him, “ what’d you say ”

“ i said yes of course ! i don’t want to not be dating you ” you spoke the last bit softly and looked away from him, he smiled at your shyness and leaned down to your height, lifting your face by your chin with his index finger,

“ hey, i don’t want to be without you either, so lift your head. let’s go get some ice cream. ” you gasped and smiled at him,

“ i love you okay ? ” you gasped, tears prickling at your water line, you nodded,

“ i love you too ! ” you jumped in place,

“ oi, relax ! ” when you did you took a breath, opening your eyes to see him a few steps ahead of you with his hand extended out to you,

“ c’mn doll, let’s go get you some of that f’f ice cream you love so much. ”

and all the while yena and mina were watching from the same spots you left them, accepting that you two were good for each other.

published . september 27 , 2022

#kyotani kentaro x you #kyotani x reader #haikyuu kyotani #kyotani fluff #kyotani imagine #kyotani drabble #kyotani kentaro #haikyuu x reader #kyotani x y/n #ੈ✩‧₊˚ childhood lovers kyotani ! au #. character // kentarou kyoutani

[justyouraverageficwriter]

I Know What You Did

Mina x M Reader

Genre: Shorts, One Shot(?), Smut

WC: 1887

You're getting your ass kicked by some demi-god/Valkyrie boss in a game you recently bought. Her waterfowl dance always fucks you up. It's getting a bit annoying; your pride is really hurting. Your girlfriend beat the hell out of this boss in just a couple of tries, why can't you? It's already 1 AM, you've been playing ever since you got home from work and you're still on the same boss. It's not because you're a bad boyfriend, that you don't allocate time for her. It's because your girlfriend is Mina Sharon Myoui, and she is still filming for the group's new song.

After another You Died screen, you ultimately decided to resign for the night. You reach out for your phone to send Mina a text message, to let her know you'll be sleeping. Before you could type something, you received a text from her that she is coming down. Yes, you live a couple of floors below the units where Twice members live. The message took you by surprise, she never marched into your unit without asking if you are okay with it first. Also because she didn't even let you know that she got home already. A minute later, your door swings open and there she is. She is really beautiful even if you can see that she's tired after a long day.

You automatically lock yourselves to a hug. She smells heavenly even after her schedule. Mina looks up at you, as if she is studying your face. You return the gesture, giving her a smile. Its public knowledge that she is ethereal, elegance personified. The streaks of highlights on her hair really suits her.

Then a kiss. You knew it was gonna happen eventually. Her lips are soft and sweet, a fitting description of her as well; the other side of her to be specific. The kiss transforms into a sensual one, it's still sweet but it also is wet as your tongues slip inside each other's mouths.

"You are not that tired, huh?"

"Just shut your mouth and make love to me." She cuts you off with a kiss at the first movement of your mouth in a failed attempt to reply to her.

Mina unzips the oversized jacket she is wearing over the outfit she was shooting with today. It is more conservative compared to the black ones but it's Mina and her exposed midriff, it's more than enough for you to lose your mind. Besides she has been sending you pictures earlier while at work in this very outfit, some images are a little slutier than usual. For your own eyes only.

"I have been wanting your cock already even during the shoot." It seems all that slutiness was all part of the plan.

She takes off your shorts and underwater in one single stroke. Your already hard dick whips up, standing proudly. She wants it right then and now, skip all that foreplay. Mina is quick to get a hold of it and pumps it with her soft hands. Her handjob is perfect, the pace was spot on and her thumb is fiddling with your tip slathering your precum all around. Sharon really came out to play tonight and is filled with lust.

Of course something inside you snapped, it's impossible to keep being gentle amidst all the pleasure. Your hands land on her fat ass, cupping them through her safety shorts. It is super jiggly and soft and you're giving it a slap every now and then. The contact of the slaps makes her whimper, adding to the ever growing sexual tension. The kiss deepens in lust, the tongues dance, the occasional lip bites. You take off her green sleeves to expose more of her. Obviously, you want more.

Her light blue top is sinful on its own, it hugs her body so well. Mina is absolutely sexy, too hot for her own good. The curve of her waist, her perky tits pushed up by her top, her insane abs. It's a view everywhere you look. You slip out of the kiss to enjoy the scene for a moment before busying yourself by licking and kissing her exposed chest.

"Fuck me now babe, I want you so bad." She's too horny to complete her sentence the way she started it.

"Beg for it."

"Please fuck me, I need your cock deep inside me. Please?" She can be really persuasive.

Of course you will, who will deny her? Besides, you have your pent up frustration to the game you're playing and this is the perfect way to let it all out. You hook your fingers to the hem of her safety shorts and easily take them off, it looks like the belt is really just for aesthetics. You lift her and place her on the nearest table. Finding the perfect spot between her creamy thighs, you align yourself to her already dripping wet entrance.

Then two become one. She gasps at the first entry. Mina has been craving obviously and you finally inside her is the best vindication, the perfect solution. You could not stop yourself from fucking roughly, you're overwhelmed with lust. However, judging by her moans she would not have it any other way.

"You're so big baby. It feels so good, please don't stop."

"Your pussy is so tight Mina." Indeed it is, you still can't get used to it.

"Fuck me like that, please, ahhhhh!" Her voice is full of pleasure, needy at the same time.

You continue to move your hips, sliding your dick in and out in a steady rhythm obliging her needs. The slick sounds of sex and slapping flesh heightens all senses. Throw in the dirty talk and profanities you both utter in the mix, it's an absolute carnal scene. Her skirt is obstructing the view of your lovemaking but somehow it adds to the thrill.

Mina's arms on the back supporting her position to keep herself upright ultimately give in to the pleasure as she completely lays down the table. You adjust yourself to fuck her comfortably, not wanting to slow down your pace. She is a mess under you, a beautiful mess though. Arms reaching out to the edge of the table on top of her head while moaning ragged and breathless. She is getting close to her climax; it is evident in her tightening walls.

"I'm going to cum baby. Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

Those were her last words before her orgasm drowns her. Her legs wrapped around you to keep you inside as she rides her high. Mina is glistening, skin flushed pink with sweat, eyes half lidded. It is obvious that she enjoyed the sex you have given her, full of satisfaction getting what she wants and how she wanted it. Slow to get up, you help her to sit back straight. You kiss her, she is just so irresistible.

"Let's get you finished up." She climbs down the table and turns around, offering her behind.

"I know you want it this way." All smiles, seductive and provoking.

"Slut!" The word slips out your mouth.

"As if you don't want it."

"Fuck you Sharon!" She is right though. You always want to fuck her from behind if there is a chance.

"That's right, fuck me!"

You raise her skirt and is absolutely amazed by how full her peach is, even if you've seen it many times. Her body is a complete wonderland. Diving inside her pussy from behind is a different kind of pleasure. The view of her bouncing ass makes the fuck much more lustful, primal and instinct driven. You watch as your dick disappears from view, hidden by her jiggling behind and inside her hot tight insides.

"Yeesss! Oh my God, you fuck so good baby." Mina lets out a loud moan.

"You're such a slut Sharon." Whispering in her ear.

"Yes baby! Sharon's a big slut for you."

"I know! I bet you're all wet thinking of me while shooting your music video." You tease her while continuing to fuck her pussy.

"Yup I'm so horny, I touched myself in the dressing room just to get by."

You mentally shake your head in disbelief, you know you have this effect in Mina but it's news to you that she's capable of masturbating at work.

"Damn what will the staff say if they know about your adventures." You hold her hips against your thrusts to reach deeper inside. Mina is panting and moaning your name in response validating your actions. Her back arches as she reaches for your lips. Eyes fixed on you, struggling to keep it open in the middle of all the fucking.

"It's your fault baby, making me crave for your dick always."

It was all you need to hear. You're now fighting for dear life to last a little longer.

"I'm cumming Sharon."

"Cum inside me baby, empty yourself inside me."

The pace is now increasing but uneven, as much as you want to chase your orgasm you want to last as long as possible, her pussy is a goddamn paradise.

"Give it to me, please!"

Her words ultimately lead to your end as you explode inside her, shooting ropes of cum, emptying yourself and letting it all go.

"Fuck baby, you're so fucking good." You whispered again in her ears. Panting and still catching both of your breaths, you turn her around and corral her on your arms.

"It's because you fuck so good." She smiles as she obviously had her fill of what she came for.

"It looks like we ruined your outfit." You noticed her outfit has become disheveled after your rough fuck.

"These are expensive; it's going to cost you."

"You're the one who barged her uninvited though."

She smiles at the fact.

"I'll let it slide this time. And, don't make it look like you are against the idea." Sticking out her tongue to tease.

"You're mine." You know it is more than just a statement. It's a claim of ownership. "I know what you and Sana did."

You obviously want to explain but she kissed you to shut you up. She has been doing that tonight.

"I don't want to hear your explanation. I know Sana can be really irresistible."

You're guilty as charged. There's no use in denying it.

"Are you mad at me?"

"I would not be here begging for your dick if I am. I'm here to show you that I can be a slut too."

"I'm sorry Mina, I promise I will not be seduced again."

"I don't care if you fuck her again, as long as it just stays as that. I'm just afraid if you develop feelings for her."

"My heart belongs to you, yours alone."

There is silence after your words. Both of you stayed there in each other's arms. She notices the screen of the game you're playing still on. A welcome distraction.

"I'll help you beat that boss later, come with me for a shower first. Show me how you and Sana spend a shower together."

You realize she knows everything that you and Sana did. You are absolutely shocked and amazed at the same time.

"Did Sana tell you every detail?"

"Nope! That's why I wish you could show me."

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A/N: Should I continue the story? :D Thanks for reading as always.

#twice #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #mina myoui #twice mina

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Masterlist

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"Will we only ever be friends?"- Kim Chaewon

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The Games We Play: A Tale of Lust- Wonyoung

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Bound by Love: A Journey of Desire and Devotion- Jihyo

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[coldfanbou]

Descent

Here is another Jihyo fic. The picture isn't related to the fic; I just really wanted to use it. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Another fic will be released later tonight.

Length 2.2K

Jihyo x M reader

Jihyo was the only one left; You had taken control of the other twice members, fucked each one into submission. Now here she was, kneeling in front of you, “I’ll do anything, just give them back to me, give me them all back. Use me instead.” As she looked up, she saw the youngest members of her group pleasuring you; Tzuyu had your cock in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly, enjoying it as it came and went from her mouth. Dahyun and Chaeyoung were sucking on your balls; occasionally, they would lick the sides of your shaft. 

“I’m cumming; you all better make sure not a drop falls to the ground. Remember to share”

“Yes, Daddy! Thank you for your cum” Tzuyu bobs her head a few more times, holding your head in her mouth as you cum. Once you’re done, Tzuyu moves to kiss Dahyun and Chaeyoung, sharing the cum in her mouth with them. Each one savoring the small portion they got. Nayeon, Momo, and Mina eventually rise from the bed into view of Jihyo, Their naked bodies covered in sweat. They ignore Jihyo; instead, they reach for your chest. You turn to kiss Nayeon. Her eyes are still half-lidded as she recovers from the pounding she took a few minutes before Jihyo had arrived. 

“No fair, I want to kiss Daddy too.” Momo and Mina say simultaneously. You turn to them, grabbing Mina’s head so you can force your tongue down her throat. “Daddy, what about me?” Momo says, pouting. You let go of Mina so that you could kiss Momo, her lips soft like marshmallows. 

“Why don’t you ladies go play with yourself in the other room? Jihyo and I have something to discuss. Don’t forget to take Jeongyeon and Sana with you.” The girls get up to leave, having to carry an unconscious Jeongyeon and Sana, both of them covered in sweat and cum. As they close the door, you say to Jihyo, “Now that we’re alone, we can talk freely.” 

“I want you to give them back,” Jihyo says with a fire in her eyes. 

“I don’t think I will; you have to offer me something in return, you know?” 

Jihyo grimaces, “You can have me; leave them alone, and you can have me.” 

“I think you need to prove that you’re worth all of them, wouldn’t you say?” 

“Fine.” She gets up, stripping away all her clothes, revealing her large breasts, toned stomach, shaved pussy, and beautiful long legs

“Before we start, why don’t you have a drink? It’ll get you in the mood”. You offer Jihyo a glass of aphrodisiac-laced wine. It was a unique concoction of yours meant to bring all of a person’s sexual desires to the forefront. She takes it from you, downing it all, putting it down on the nearby table. A purple haze falls over her eyes. “Now, let’s start.” You walk around her, marveling at her body; when you get behind her, you spank her. A moan escapes her mouth; she looks surprised that a simple slap is enough to make her moan. The haze in her eyes clears. You spank her again, trying to elicit another moan from her. She refuses to let another one escape her. You grab one of her tits, kneading it slowly. Jihyo’s back arches, and you run your free hand down her midsection, eventually reaching her already wet pussy. Your fingers go inside Jihyo, just enough where she coos from the pleasure. You take your fingers out of her bringing them to her face, “Look at you, Jihyo, you’re already so wet.” You separate your fingers, her juices running down them. “Here, I’ll let you have a taste” placing your fingers in Jihyo’s mouth, she starts sucking on them. Her tongue is trying to get every drop from between your fingers. The hazy look in her eyes begins to return. As you pull them out of her mouth, she whimpers. You ask her, “Do you want more Jihyo?”

“Yes, Da-sir” She caught herself about to call you daddy. Jihyo’s mind was already beginning to break, her armor breaking down. She had heard Nayeon, Momo, and Mina call you daddy. Now here she was, about to say the same thing. 

Your fingers return to her pussy, and they inch deeper inside, “What was that, Jihyo? It sounded like you were going to call me something else.” 

“It’s nothing,” she says; you force your fingers in deeper, and your other hand starts to play with her nipple.

“Come on, be honest with yourself, Jihyo.” planting kisses on her neck, you whisper to her, “There’s no shame in calling me that” You kiss behind her ear. “Now, what did you mean to say, Jihyo?” 

Another piece of her armor breaks, and her eyes go completely hazy. “I want to taste myself again, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl” you bring your fingers to her face, and she sucks on them again. Once she’s had enough, you move to take a seat at the edge of the bed. “It’s your turn to make me feel good, Jihyo. Crawl to me.” Jihyo doesn’t argue; she gets on all four and crawls to you. She purposely shakes her ass as she moves. Jihyo finally gets to you and instinctually grabs your cock. She slaps herself with it before smiling. You don’t need to tell her what to do; she’s already started stroking your cock, her soft hand slowly moving from the base to the head.

Jihyo grabs your balls with the other. Raising your cock up, she licks her way to the tip before planting a kiss on it. She kisses down both sides of your shaft; as she gets back to the head, she finally takes you into her mouth. Saliva begins to coat your cock as she slowly bobs her head. Her tongue wraps around your cock. She outlines the head when she only has your head in her mouth. Jihyo looks up at you, her eyes asking if it feels good. You pat her head. “That’s right, baby, suck daddy’s cock.” Jihyo starts to bob her head faster, her hand stroking whatever part of your cock she doesn’t take into her mouth. Your cock begins to pulse in her mouth, “I’m about to cum; drink it all, Jihyo.” You place your hand on the back of her head and shove her forward. You stare at Jihyo; her eyes grow clear, and she can recognize what she’s doing; she tries to pull back, but you keep her head in place. You cum, unleashing wave after wave of it, flooding her throat. As your cum hits her tongue, you see the haze return to her eyes. Jihyo returns to being your plaything, another piece of her armor gone. You let go of her head. Jihyo keeps you in her mouth, her tongue cleaning its way up your cock. 

As she lets the head leave her mouth with a pop, Jihyo asks, “Did I do a good job, Daddy?” She opens her mouth so you can see that she drank it all

“You did great, Jihyo.” You help her up, “Why don’t you get on the bed? It’s time to get serious.” Jihyo sits down on the edge of the bed and lays back. You spread her legs. Her pussy was drenched, and her juices had been running down her thighs. You line yourself up with her before you take the plunge; you rub the head of your cock against her folds, teasing her. 

“Daddy, stop teasing me. I want your cock in me.” 

“Alright, baby” You ready yourself and push the head in, slowly parting Jihyo's walls. Jihyo moans as she feels you come inside her. You continue going deeper, eventually not being able to go any farther. As you start to pull out, you feel Jihyo’s pussy, trying to keep you in, becoming tighter. You begin thrusting at a moderate pace; you lean forward to kiss Jihyo, and she meets you halfway. As you lock lips, your tongue explores Jihyo’s mouth. As you continue to fuck Jihyo, you place your hand on her lower abdomen; the pressure applied makes her feel tighter and gives her more pleasure as your cock hits new spots. 

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum” Jihyo says with a whimper.

“Cum for me, Jihyo.” Jihyo’s pussy squirts her juices all over her as she cums. You don’t stop thrusting into her; you continue relentlessly pounding her. 

“Daddy, it feels so good! I love your cock! Please cum in my little pussy!” She screams out; the continued pleasure is destroying her. 

“I’m gonna cum Jihyo.” 

“Yes, Daddy cum in me!” At that moment, you snap your fingers, and the haze lifts. Jihyo realizes what’s going on. This is her final moment before she falls under your spell; you want to see her break entirely. Jihyo feels the rush of pleasure; her moans don’t stop. She’s on the verge of cumming again. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” She was overly sensitive right now; she was going to cum at any second. You stop moving, though. She lifts her head to look at you “what are you doing? I was about to cum.” 

“Tell me what you want, Jihyo” She’s confused at your statement. 

“I want to cum; I want your cock to fucking cum inside me. I want it; I need it.”

“What about your friends? I’ll give you an option right now; I make you cum, or you go and take your friends home.” She’s shocked at this. “So what will it be?” 

She stares at you; her voice is shaky. She grabs your arms. “I-I want you to make me cum; I want to be your cum dumpster. Please, I need you, Daddy.” You had done it. You broke Jihyo. 

“That’s what I wanted to hear, baby” You caress her face; she nuzzles into your hand. You start to move again, Jihyo immediately letting out moans. You drag her closer to you, then lift her legs and push them past her head. You thrust into Jihyo’s pussy with renewed force. You lean into Jihyo, her legs going farther back. You kiss her and tell her you’re going to cum. 

“Daddy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” 

“I’m cumming too, Jihyo” You impale Jihyo with your cock as you start cumming. 

“That’s right, Daddy, give me all of your cum! Make me your woman!” Jihyo ends up squirting all over herself. As you pull out of Jihyo, she giggles, “Thank you, Daddy. Let me clean your cock for you.” Jihyo rolls around on the bed until her head hangs off the edge; she’s upside down. “Use me like this, Daddy.” You help yourself and slide your cock down Jihyo’s throat; it’s warm and tight. Jihyo starts to hum to make it more pleasurable for you. You thrust into Jihyo’s throat for a couple of minutes until you begin to feel yourself about to cum.

“Jihyo, I’m going to cum down your throat” She nods, happy to be used. You hold yourself down her throat as you cum. It starts to overflow. Jihyo tried to drink as much as she could, but it was too much for her. You pull out of her throat, and a final few spurts of cum hit Jihyo’s face.

“Daddy, I want more cum” Jihyo whines.

“Alright, alright, get off the bed and bend over.” Jihyo does as she’s told; as she bends over the bed, you see that her pussy is still leaking your cum from earlier. You aim your cock straight towards her ass. 

Pressing the head against her asshole, Jihyo whines, “Daddy, that's not the right hole. I want you to cum in my pussy again.” 

“Jihyo, I need to get all your holes; your body is only for me.” without another word, you push into Jihyo’s asshole.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

“Don’t worry; it’ll feel really good soon.” You take your time slowly pushing more of your cock into her ass. To jumpstart the process of making her feel good, you reach around for her clit, and start rubbing it, causing her to moan. Now that Jihyo was starting to feel comfortable, you began thrusting into her ass. Each passing thrust coated her ass in a mixture of saliva, cum, and Jihyo’s juices, making it easier to go faster. 

Jihyo moans, “Daddy, this feels so good; you’re stretching me out” She starts pushing her ass back into your hips every time you thrust. “Oh, fuck Daddy, I’m gonna cum again.” Her body shudders as juices start spraying out from her pussy. You pay it no mind and keep pounding away at her ass. As you reach your orgasm, Jihyo yells, "Daddy cum inside my ass!” You thrust in one more time and fill her ass with ropes of cum. As you pulled out, your cum rushed out of Jihyo’s stretched asshole. 

You decide to lay on the bed, and Jihyo straddles you again, “Let me call in your friends so they can see you.” You do just that; as the other members of Twice come into the room, they see Jihyo riding you. 

“Hey, No fair. Why do you get to have private time with Daddy?” Nayeon yells out.

“Because I’m his special cum dump, I was made just for his cock, made to carry his seed in me” You cum inside Jihyo again, her back arches, and there’s a smile across her face. “I was made to be fucked by his cock.”

#twice smut #kpop smut #male reader #jihyo smut

[sleepyrouge]

love not given lightly

description: things are amiss and women are missing in your rainy, secluded hometown and all fingers seem to point to resident recluse, mr. aizawa. not heeding the warnings of the townspeople, you take up a job as an assistant on his estate.

word count: 6.3k

fic title: venus in furs by the velvet underground (shit slaps fr)

author's note: lowkey this was inspired by int*rview w*th t*e vamp*re but in vibes only. no characters are actually vampires lmao but that's all i'll say. also lost steam for writing this about 2k words in but i stuck with it and finished it (for better or for worse lol) so that has to count for something, right?

pairing: shouta aizawa x reader

content warnings: dubcon, manipulation, implied voyeurism, cheating, oral (m receiving, face fucking), spanking, namecalling, degradation, dom!shouta (ish), reader is in their early 20s, afab!pronouns, creampie, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, very dark content (18+/mdni/ageless blogs dni!!!!)

it’s an overcast day in may of 1822. you stand outside of mr. yagi’s general store. there’s a crinkled paper notice calling for help wanted at the aizawa estate on the community news board. you had always heard funny little things about mr. aizawa-how he had blown into town years ago and bought the property he resided on for cash. he was rarely seen about town and when he did happen to venture around, he was always followed by whispers about disappeared women. most recently, it was mr. yagi’s own daughter mina who had gone to work for him never to be seen again. that was last month and there wasn’t a single trace of evidence pointing to her whereabouts. it wasn’t entirely unheard of-girls ending up in the family way and needing to disappear until the matter was handled, but the girls, three of which you knew of now, never seemed to show back up. oh well. it was no matter to you and you needed the money and employment more than you cared about the gossip.

the very next day, dressed in your best outfit and hair pinned primly out of your face, you set out on foot to the aizawa estate. it lay across the small town on the outskirts and thanks to recent rain, there was a respectable layer of mud coating everything. the aizawa house sat in a grove of thick trees blanketed in spanish moss. tepid drops of rain coursed down your cheeks and nose from the moss and you brushed them away with your free hand that wasn’t carrying your suitcase. it was fairly presumptuous of you to come laden with your belongings to a simple job interview, but you figured that mr. aizawa was looking for a live-in assistant after all, and with the way he went through applicants, he wouldn’t have much choice but to accept your bid for employment. you were fairly certain that you could do a better job than the others. how hard could it be to keep one reclusive man’s affairs in order and satisfied?

you ascended the porch steps to the heavy, dark oak door, and pounded on it twice with the brass door-knocker shaped like an owl. not at all peculiar so far. you set your suitcase down beside you on the porch and wiped your sweaty hands off on the skirt of your dress. you heard no commotion beyond the door. maybe the house was so big that sound didn’t carry very well. as you were reaching to swing the door-knocker a third time, the door quietly swung open. the sight before you revealed a foyer with a high ceiling lit dimly by a multitude of candles. you saw no one until you went to take a step inside and were startled out of your wits by a tall blonde man with a prim mustache. certainly, this would be mr. aizawa and you could inquire about the job.

“who are you?” he had a voice that seemed not to match his appearance.

“i’m here about the job opening.” you tried to make your voice sound as amenable as possible.

“ah,” the man shook his head as if he had forgotten that he himself had hung the sign requesting an employee not two days before. “right this way to the parlor. i’ll bring mr. aizawa along shortly.” so this fair-headed man wasn’t aizawa after all. nothing peculiar. it would make sense that a man of mr. aizawa’s supposed wealth and status would have a butler.

you stepped into the house and immediately shivered, cold air going straight through the thin material of your dress. despite the temperature being moderate and lightly humid outside, it felt frigid within the confines of the house. in addition, it looked as if life hadn’t been breathed into the place in years. upon further inspection, whisps of cobwebs and fingers of dust hung from the corners and on the candleholders. you would have your work cut out for you. a glimmer of hope sighted inside your chest. this would be how you would prove your worth-by whipping the house into a well-oiled machine and turning it into the glorious attraction that you knew it had the potential to be. grinning, you followed the butler to the parlor. 

once inside the parlor, the butler turned back to you and motioned for you to sit on a green velvet settee that looked mostly devoid of dust. it was fleetingly strange to you that the only two objects in this room not covered in half an inch of dust was the grand writing desk across the room and the settee. rationally, you figured that mr. aizawa must be such a hard-working man that he didn’t have time to get much use of his furniture aside from the desk and settee. working and napping were things that upstanding gentlemen should be concerned with, in any case. there was certainly nothing wrong with that.

“i’ll bring mr. aizawa by shortly.” he bowed to you and took his leave. you smoothed out the wrinkles of your dress and sat, ankles tucked behind each other, on the couch. you stifled a sneeze. silently, you wondered if the previous jobholders were just that bad and that was why they weren’t around any longer. you felt a small sense of pride knowing that you could do better than them.

the candles in the room flittered as the air was disrupted by the door across the room opening. you stood, readying yourself to make your introduction to mr. aizawa. as he stepped into the room, you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. now, you had never seen mr. aizawa. you had only heard the titters coming from hushed conversations about him around town. you had expected a portly old man or even someone who’s countenance gave way for such harsh rumors. you weren’t expecting a tall man. certainly not one with tantalizingly unruly black hair and tired eyes and fine muscles that you could just make out underneath the white shirt and smart black vest he was wearing. there was a scar just under his cheek. it gave you pause. heat rushed to your cheeks.

“i suppose you’re here about the job.” he asked nonchalantly, taking no note of how your breath faltered.

“i-i am.” you stuttered out after a moment. this was ridiculous. you weren’t foreign to the touch of a man and now here you were, trying to gain employment that you so desperately needed and unable to find your tongue. “my name is-”

“i don’t rightly care what your name is, yeah?” your eyes snap to his. his voice isn’t harsh, but there’s something about it just below the surface that you can’t quite put your finger on. it startles you to silence. “can you cook?” a nod of your head. “can you clean?” another nod. “can you read and fill out paperwork?” one last nod. “then i see no reason why you shouldn’t have the job.” you have no time to celebrate your small victory before mr. aizawa is turning to leave again. “mr. yamada, show the girl to her room.” he speaks to the butler easily before he is gone from the room again. you let out a heavy sigh.

in the proceeding weeks, it is relatively easy to settle into working at the estate. you handle the cleaning and cooking for mr. aizawa and assist his butler, mr. yamada, with tasks around the grounds. in the unobtrusive silence between tasks, it is revealed to you that mr. yamada has quite a dry sense of humor and it helps to while away the hours. mr. yamada easily sets the routine for your work and the rules that you must adhere to and you follow them without dalliance. you even take it upon yourself to create new tasks, recommending errands for yourself that make mr. yamada lift his wheat-colored eyebrows in surprise. it must have been so hard for them to find good help. since the start of your tenure, there hasn’t been a bit of silver unpolished or a bookshelf left undusted. even with the ever-present dim candlelight in the house, the estate is starting to resemble more of a home than a mausoleum. you aren’t sure how mr. aizawa feels about your work, but you’re still employed, so you figure that has to account for something.

mr. aizawa is a completely different creature from mr. yamada. he is a bit off-beat, opting to spend most of his time in his study that you are forbidden from entering. it had a myriad of locks on the outside so you couldn’t enter even if you felt compelled to. this banishment makes no matter to you since aside from the duties you are responsible for, you have free reign of the grounds. when it isn’t raining, you work on tending the garden and growing vegetables. the back garden is surrounded by a high gray stone wall that’s covered in ivy. you set your tomato plants there and they do well with the added support. you add your spoils into the dishes you cook occasionally and those are the times you silently look forward to because something akin to the ghost of a smile finds its way onto mr. aizawa’s face. if he weren’t so heavy, he would be quite handsome. sometimes, before falling asleep, you would lay in bed and try to imagine him without the air of mystery around him. to be certain, mr. aizawa is a bit odd, but you figure it’s just as good to leave well-enough alone and not enquire as to what he does all day in his study.

once a week, you set off early in the morning into town with a small allowance that mr. yamada gives you for groceries for the estate. you carry a small basket that by the end of the trip, will be bursting with rice and beans and fresh greens and the special tea that mr. aizawa always requests. orange pekoe. orange pekoe in a special brand that you had never heard of before. you aren’t exactly sure why it holds so much importance, but you purchase it and bring it home just the same. 

you always shop at the general store closest to the estate, just on the edge of town. it isn’t as nice as mr. yagi’s establishment that you were used to patronizing before going to work at mr. aizawa’s, but the shorter trek had its advantages. that morning, you set out with a small umbrella covering your head. yesterday, you had washed your hair and set your hair into curls with little strips of ribbon you had hidden away in the bottom of your suitcase. it was an indulgence for housework, sure, but always on the same day that you went for groceries, that night, the local boy from the stockyards that you’d been seeing would sneak in through the garden to see you. there isn’t much to him and you aren’t entirely sure if you even like him all that much, but there’s something nice about having a solid connection to town still. even though you swear you can feel a pair of eyes watching from a window as he presses your back into the cool surface of the garden wall, he’s a link to the life you knew that you cherish.

you entered the general store and nodded to the shopkeeper. she was an older lady and she always gave you the best deal on collard greens. they were something you hadn’t quite mastered how to grow in your own garden yet. you went around and collected the goods that you needed, no longer needing a list because you had it committed to memory. you filled your basket with the dry goods and took it over to the counter to pick up your customary tin of orange pekoe tea. the old lady started peering into your basket and punching numbers into her register before she spoke.

“we’re out of your tea, darlin’,” raspy voice. she wasn’t at all bothered about your, or rather, mr. aizawa’s tea, being out of stock. you felt a surge of annoyance at her nonchalance.

“do you know why?” your foot tapped impatiently against the wooden boards of the floor.

“not many people buyin’ it anymore. no reason for us to sell it if it’s just you buyin’ it.” the old lady stopped tapping on the register and looked up at you. “you might try mr. yagi’s store across town. he has a bigger demand for those types of things.”

“mr. yagi’s?” your blood runs cold at the suggestion as you hand the old lady the exact change for your bill. you hadn’t shopped at mr. yagi’s since going to work for mr. aizawa and you’d rather spend the night alone in the swamp than darken his door after working for mr. aizawa knowing that was where mina was when she vanished. still, you had a duty to fulfill. you didn’t want your place on the estate to be jeopardized simply because you couldn’t rise above silly feelings.

“mr. yagi’s.” the old lady nodded her head in agreeance and slid your basket back across the counter to you. you nodded your head in thanks and set off out the door to the other general store.

you took the scenic route through town, going by the shipping docks where you knew your boyfriend was working. you could hear the yelling and bleating of the gulls before the docks came into view properly and you wondered if you would be able to discern your man from all of the other vaguely disheveled men bustling around. young men of his age working their early adult life away tended to always look the same to you. you couldn’t decide if it was pathetic or if you craved it. deep, deep inside of your heart, you knew that instead of youth and playfulness, you craved someone with stature like mr. aizawa’s. maybe even mr. aizawa himself, but you were sure that would send you on the short road to unemployment if you were to ever act on it.

it wasn’t long into your journey past the docks that a head of black hair swooped in next to you.

“i thought i wasn’t going to see you until tonight.” he wiggled his eyebrows at you at the insinuation.

“you know tuesdays are my shopping days, sero.”

“yeah, i just never see you this far into town anymore.” he’s pulling a black bandana out of his pocket and wiping the sweat off of his forehead. you keep staring ahead, only stealing glances at him through the corner of your eye.

“the usual store was out of the tea mr. aizawa drinks. i have to go to mr. yagi’s from now on to get it.”

“oh, he has a special tea? what a pussy.” sero pushes the bandana into the back pocket of his pants and swings a dirty arm across your shoulder. you fight the urge to push it off.

“he’s not a pussy, he’s just a man that knows what he wants.” you don’t know why you’re defending mr. aizawa, but the sentence comes out before you can stop it. sero holds his hands up in mock defense.

“hey, far be it for me to make fun of that creepy old man. for all i know, he’ll kidnap me.” sero laughs and you roll your eyes.

“he didn’t have anything to do with those disappearances,” you defend but even so, in the back of your mind, you wonder.

“you know what i think?” sero stops walking in the middle of the dock walkway and you squeeze closer to him to get out of the way of the workers hustling by. “i think you like working for the old man. makes you feel like you’re playing house or something, huh? all the way out there in that big old mansion with nothing to do but cook and clean and play housewife?” you don’t like the way that you’re physically unable to meet sero’s gaze. you miss the way that he finally grins down at you and swings his arms around your neck. “i’ll make you a pretty little housewife soon enough, huh? a nice little housewife with a nice little house and little ones coming out of the seams. how does that sound to you?”

you smile up at sero for his own sake. maybe you wanted that at one point. maybe you still do, but you had a job to do right now and he was getting in the way of that. you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the side of the mouth.

“that sounds perfect, sero.” you paint a grin on your face to match his and he squeezes you into a hug as his foreman calls him back to work.

“i’ll see you tonight.” he whispers at you over the bustle of the docks and he’s running off, back toward another ship that needs unloading. you take a deep breath and start walking again. you try to clear your head of all the conflicting thoughts in your head. you needed to get a grip on things or you were really going to be in a bind. one thing was for certain, however, and you wouldn’t let yourself end up like mina and the other girls no matter how they vanished, so you steeled your nerves and made your way finally to mr. yagi’s.

the interaction with mr. yagi wasn’t bad, per se, but it was soul-crushing. the man looked gaunt and unwell, not at all like the brick wall of a man you could remember fondly from your childhood when you and mina would play together on the floor of his shop. it looked like it pained him to speak. when you walked into the small building, mr. yagi looked at you like he had seen a ghost and that was almost enough for you to turn on your heel and walk out just as quickly as you had entered. instead, you felt compelled by his state to stay and converse with him and that was when you had really started to feel like the dirt stuck to the bottom of your shoe. mr. yagi was broken and angry. angry at mr. aizawa for losing track of mina, for allowing something to happen to her without so much as a word of consolation. you could understand how that would enrage him, even as you hollowly tried to defend mr. aizawa. there was no saving his reputation in mr. yagi’s eyes. 

to top it off, mr. yagi was out of mr. aizawa’s brand of orange pekoe as well, so you went with a different brand only because you thought it might have been rude at that point to leave without buying anything. as you walked home with your umbrella curled up in one hand and your basket of goods in the other, you wondered if it would have been better to just return to the estate empty-handed. you didn’t understand why your affairs had to be so complicated today. perhaps it was punishment for things being too easy lately.

you returned to the estate and entered the kitchen, placing your basket down on the counter and your wet umbrella by the back door leading to the garden. you started unpacking the groceries, placing the dry kidney beans in their designated jar and the long grain rice into a container in the pantry.

“how was shopping?” you jumped, not realizing mr. aizawa had entered the kitchen. you turned to face him and you balked at the obvious look of amusement on his face.

“it was good, yeah, really easy.” you rambled, trying to get your heart settled back to a normal rate. mr. aizawa had the sleeves of his work shirt rolled up around his elbows and his hair hung in a low bun. just past his shoulder, you could see the door of his study standing slightly ajar. there was a bit of a commotion from within as your gaze jerked up to meet his eyes.

“is everyone still the same?” he leaned easily against the kitchen wall as you turned to finish unpacking to give yourself something to do. there was something about his gaze that just cut right through you. your hand ghosted over the tin of incorrect tea and you tried to hide it behind your back. it caught mr. aizawa’s eye and he smiled at you disarmingly. you relaxed your arm by your side. you thought he might no be too upset with you as he stepped closer to you to inspect the tin in your hand. “this isn’t my tea, is it?” he questioned without waiting for your answer to the previous question.

“it’s the only orange pekoe i could find. i tried two stores and neither-” you were cut off by your lower back being pushed roughly into the counter and mr. aizawa slapping his palm over your mouth. your breath caught in your throat as he looked down menacingly at you. there it was, the depth of his eyes that always lurked just far enough under the surface that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. he was scary. he was scary and you felt a tingle in your stomach all the way down to your core.

“i didn’t ask you if you had trouble finding my tea or not. i asked you if this was my tea. is it?” he punctuated each word, fingers digging into the skin around your mouth. you nodded your head from side to side, not once breaking eye contact with him. you could hear the blood sloshing around in your ears.

“stupid, stupid girl. next time i ask you a question, answer what i ask of you. i don’t care for excuses.” his lips curl into a cruel smile as he removes his hand from your mouth. you hate the way him talking down to you excites you. he puts the tin down silently and turns to leave. you watch his broad back retreat into his study and hear the locks slide home. it is only then that you feel like you can breathe again. 

in the months that you had worked for mr. aizawa, he had never spoken to you like that. he had always regarded you from afar and any pertinent communication went through mr. yamada. speaking of whom, you hadn’t seen since your departure to town this morning. you wondered if he was out hunting or repairing something on the far reaches of the property. it wasn’t like him to not haunt the house around the middle of the day. as you finished unpacking, you tried to keep your mind off of the whereabouts of mr. yamada and the way that mr. aizawa’s hand over your mouth made you want to rub your thighs together deliciously. it was sick, you thought, to enjoy someone, especially your boss, speaking to you with the same amount of venom in his voice as mr. aizawa had. to make yourself feel better, as you slid the incorrect tea into its correct home in the cabinet, you imagined your beloved boyfriend in the same place that mr. aizawa was. it didn’t have much of the desired effect, but it did make you feel marginally better.

to avoid any more potential conflicts, you spent the rest of your day out of sight and sewing in your board room. you counted time by the little pinpricks you felt on the tips of your fingers. pressing on the tiny, raw wounds of your skin helped to keep your mind from mr. aizawa and how you missed lunch and dinner.

when the sun finally set and the moon shone fully through the clouds, you silently opened your bedroom door and crept down the main hallway of the house dressed only in your white nightgown.

“where are you going at this hour?” mr. aizawa materialized from the shadows just in front of the door you used to sneak out to the garden in.

“i was just-” your voice was barely above a whisper. you crossed your arms over your chest to try and hide your indecent attire.

“going to fuck the boy climbing over the garden fence?” your face feels impossibly hot as mr. aizawa finishes your sentence for you.

“i-uh, he just visits me sometimes.” you stutter out, not quite sure how to save yourself from embarrassment. you’re looking down at your bare feet and praying that the floor might swallow you up. you’ll have no such luck, you realize, when you feel mr. aizawa’s thumb and forefinger pinching your chin harshly and pulling your face up until he’s nose to nose with you. he smells like sweet caramel and aftershave. you swallow hard and try to meet his eyes. 

“poor girl, you’ll let anything between your thighs, won’t you?” his voice is soft now and you probably wouldn’t have heard mr. aizawa if he weren’t so close to you. your heart hammers more persistently in your chest.

“i don’t know what you mean.” you try to make sense of the conversation, of the moment, and it’s only now that you realized mr. aizawa had backed the two of you into his parlor and shut the door behind him. his grip and his gaze never faltered. he leaned in closer, lips almost, but not quite, grazing yours.

“you think i don’t know everything that happens in my house? you think i haven’t watched you scramble down to the garden every week and watch that boy fuck you so…pathetically? you really are stupid.” mr. aizawa taunted you as you felt your lower back press against the cool wood of his desk. you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. with his lips brushing against yours, it was easy to just kiss him. it was tentative and you were scared and you could tell that the fear was warranted when you pulled back and looked at the wolfish glint in his eyes. you were stupid. he laughed raucously in his chest and his hand that was holding your chin moved down to grip your throat. it wasn’t enough to prevent you from breathing, but the threat was there. his nose pressed into your cheek and you could feel his sweet breath fanning against your skin as he spoke again. “none of that now. none of that until you’ve at least apologized for getting the wrong tea.” you rubbed your thighs together and struggled against his grip. you couldn’t tell if you wanted to fuck mr. aizawa or run.

realizing this, mr. aizawa worked his leg in between your thighs until his knee was pressing right up against your core. his grip tightened on your throat and you ground your cunt down onto his knee. you let out a silent whine and tried to compose yourself.

“it’s time to apologize to me, yeah?” his eyes burned into yours as he pressed his leg more persistently against your core that was quickly, shamefully, becoming coated in slick.

“i’m sorry, mr. aizawa.”

the air in the room grew heavier, thicker. you weren’t sure how you were able to make the words come out of your mouth so perfectly. perhaps it was the prospect of fooling around with mr. aizawa. it wasn’t how you would have typically done things, but this could be better. he still had the same look on his face like he was the cat that got the canary. in the back of your mind, you still wondered where mr. yamada was.

“i don’t think you’re really that sorry.” he stepped away from you just far enough so that your bodies weren’t touching any longer. 

“i am. i’m terribly sorry.” you pleaded, hoping that he would indulge you again.

“you’re not,” he grinned. “turn around and pull your dress up.” you thought all of the oxygen exited your body. mr. aizawa must have taken note of the look of panic that crossed your face. “go on, now.” he stood, watching you with his arms crossed. slowly, you broke eye contact with him and tried to regulate your breathing while you turned your back to him. painfully, you bent over until you gripped the hem of your nightgown in your perspiring palms and pulled up until your skin was exposed to the cool air of the room. you didn’t have time to register the embarrassment of not wearing panties before you felt one of mr. aizawa’s large hands on your back and pressing your chest down onto his desk. you let out a little grunt of disdain at the action but quickly bit it back when you could feel his hard length through his trousers. with one of his hands, he kneaded the fat of your ass briefly. abruptly, you felt a harsh swat against your ass. you yelped and jumped at the feel. mr. aizawa’s hand held you steady. it didn’t hurt so much as surprise you. you stayed quiet for a moment.

“did that hurt?” mr. aizawa asked as plainly as if he were asking you about the weather.

“n-no,” you stuttered out, not sure how to answer him now, but you were cut off by his hand striking you again. this time, it did hurt and your hands gripped the edge of his desk. the sensitive skin stung where his hand had made contact. without talking, he did it again, and again, and again. by the time you were sure that he was done, your skin was angry and raw and tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes. still, you rubbed your thighs together and silently pleaded for something more from mr. aizawa.

“are you sorry now?” he drawled, leaning over your body and caging you in. you winced just slightly when the rough fabric of his trousers met your sensitive skin.

“yes, mr. aizawa,” barely above a whisper. his arms circled around your waist and helped you stand up, pulling you flush against his chest for a moment. you reveled in the way his hard length pressed against your back. then, he was turning you around again and kissing you hard. it was warm and full of saliva and powerful as his tongue dove into your mouth. you were beginning to feel drunk. you didn’t know why everything felt like it was behind a layer of plastic.

“this is what you wanted, huh?” mr. aizawa pulled away from you and looked at you as if he were inspecting you. you nodded sheepishly and there was that devilish grin again. he led you over to the green settee that you sat on when you first came to ask about a job here. he pulled at the now-wrinkled hem of your nightgown up and over your head. you stood and shivered in the icy air of the parlor. you crossed your arms over your bare chest only to abruptly have them pulled away by mr. aizawa. his eyes roved up and down your body as he reached to undo the buckle of his belt. you could only watch with bated breath as his pants landed down around his ankles and he stroked his length a good few times. you tore your eyes away from his actions to look him in the eye. there was something there that set your stomach on edge now but the desire that you were feeling far outweighed that. your mouth hung open as you looked at him for what to do-where to go from here.

“get on your knees for me,” he ordered and you heeded his request without breaking eye contact with him. on some level, you still wanted to show him that you were sorry, as silly as it was. your bare knees dug into the deep nap of the carpet as you patiently watched mr. aizawa stroke the impressive length of his cock. yes, it was much more than you were used to after all. “now open your mouth,” he continued, coming to pull down your chin with the pad of his thumb. you sat there with your mouth wide open for a moment, just wondering what he could be thinking of. abruptly, the head of his cock was brushing against your tongue and journeying to the back of your throat. you coughed and choked when his length hit the back of your throat but instead of giving you reprieve, he steadied himself with his hand on the the back of your head and started an unthinkable pace that had crocodile tears leaking from your eyes incessantly and muffled gasps wafting their way up to mr. aizawa’s ears. you balled your hands into fists and tried to focus on the way that mr. aizawa was gazing down at you. there was a fondness there after all, you thought.

he kept up his bruising pace for a few minutes longer until his movements started to grow erratic and he pulled free of your mouth. the world was spinning from the little oxygen you were operating with and you reeled from side to side but you felt a sick sort of satisfaction at the way mr. aizawa was using you, the lesson he was teaching you. maybe, you thought, he would keep you around after all.

mr. aizawa held his hand out to you and you took it, allowing him to help you up and lie back on the settee. you took a deep breath and finally felt all of the slick that was coating your thighs. you widened your legs just a bit to alleviate the sticky sensation and mr. aizawa took that as his chance to lay himself down in the valley you created between your legs. his face came to hover right over yours as he caged you in with his arms. he wiped away a bit of saliva from the side of your face. you could feel his impossibly wet, and slippery, cock prodding against your entrance. god, how you wanted him, and to hell with everything else. absentmindedly, you reached a finger up to trace over the scar on his face and he swatted your hand away harshly before taking both of your hands in one of his and pinning your arms above your head.

swiftly, his cock was inside of you and you cried out at the stretch. there was too much, too much, and mr. aizawa was pounding away inside of you like he didn’t have a care in the world. you could feel him so deep in you that you were sure no one was ever supposed to be that deep inside of a person, but he started rolling his hips so there was more delicious friction against your clit. his fingers dug savagely into your hip and you knew without a doubt that sero could only dream of fulfilling you like this.

sero. you hadn’t thought of him since earlier. even worse, you didn’t even feel bad that another man was making you feel this way. if he ever asked, you could probably explain it away as just being a good employee. it was as if mr. aizawa could read your mind, because he spoke gruffly in your ear through his labored breathing.

“wouldn’t it be funny,” he slid into you particularly hard and you yelped. “to fill you up all nice and full with my cum and send you down to see what your little boyfriend thought of it?” he smirked down at you and you could feel yourself nearing an edge now thanks to his words.

“y-yes, mr. aizawa.” you puttered out through the shame trying to make its way onto your face. he smirked down at you and buried himself to the hilt in you and kept rolling his hips back and forth until your fingernails were biting into your palms and you were crying out shrilly. you could feel your walls tightening around mr. aizawa as he gave two more quick ruts into you and spilled himself within you.

you laid there panting and sweating, fully spent, as he stood up and tucked himself back into his trousers as if nothing had transpired between the two of you.

“would you like a cup of tea?” was all he asked as he situated his shirt.

“i’d like some.” you agreed through heavy-lidded eyes and curled up on your side as mr. aizawa stepped out of the parlor.

you must have dozed momentarily because the next thing you knew, mr. aizawa was kneeling next to you with a fresh cup of tea and was helping you to sit up against the arm of the settee. he sat on the floor and still matched your height and pushed the warm cup into your hands. you nodded your head in thanks, hands still shaky from the events that had transpired. you took a sip of the tea. it was warm and it soothed your throat. then you took another. if this was the wrong tea that you had bought, you would love to taste the real thing. it was quite pleasant. you took a third and fourth sip. you couldn’t make out why mr. aizawa was staring at you so heavily. you took a fifth sip and your chest started to feel heavier like you were trying to yawn and you couldn’t.

”m-mr. aizawa, i think i’m getting sleepy.”

“that’s quite alright. can you lift your arms?” he looks at you sinisterly and your stomach churns. you try to move your muscles and find that you can’t. mr. aizawa rubs his rough hand against the side of your face.

“i can’t move at all.” your jaw goes slack and all you can feel as your vision goes black is him taking you in his arms roughly and moving towards the door that you swore, under any circumstance, that you would never enter.

#tw dubcon #tw manipulation #bnha smut #mha smut #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa smut #mha x you #jeni writes #i did poor sero so dirty in this

[knightyoomyoui]

The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x M/F Reader- CHAPTER 11: “The Myoui's Acknowledgment Celebration Goes Wrong”

I'm back!

I know I've said this when I updated the TWICE x Reader one-shot book on my actual return, but lemme do this as I began to revive all my works that were left undone during my hiatus.

Speaking of hiatus, I'm sorry if yours truly took months of break away from writing. Your boy wasn't been treated well by the world but you know, you gotta find ways to keep on going and nevermind everything that's stopping you from making your life goes on, right?

Anyways, let's get these right back up as here you go, it's been since last year when I last updated this book, and boyyy the story is about to expand more as what's also been going on with The Bloodline's storyline right now in WWE (which is fucking fantastic again, if yall gonna ask me what I have to say about it. Can't wait for WrestleMania XL btw!)

I hope you enjoy the return of The Holy Trinity back in the ring to continue the tale, everyone!

PREVIOUSLY ON TTOTB CHAPTER 9 [The Reason Why]...

"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take that "Honorary"away, and I'm gonna make her our official Bloodline's muse." Yuta said as he points out at Sana's scarf around her neck, with YN now back at being seriousness even though the glimpse of how he surrendered herself from Sana's irresistable effect is still visible.

YN gave Yuta an incomprehensible look, muttering "You can't be serious, cous?!" but Yuta just nodded back at him and points his head. "Use the time well, think wisely."

"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think The Empire Chief has called an end to this segment. Please catch your Empire Chief LIVE and in person from all around the world next time on Friday Night Knockdown." Jinyoung said as he gave his closing remark in regards to The Bloodline, doing a mic drop before the arena played Yuta's theme again.

The show ended with The Bloodline as Yuta walked out on the ring first followed by Jinyoung, Mina, and Momo until YN and Sana were the last ones. Sana gave a cheeky smile on him in which he blushed before quickly rolling his eyes back and ignoring her to hid it away.

1 WEEK LATER | November 4, 2022

The camera switches to the Bloodline members gathered around in their locker room. Momo is in her usual pose, elbows tucked against each other along with her poker face, Mina with her cool demeanor, YN with the angst and Sana looking hyper as ever.

"Girls, we are rolling, we are rolling, we are ROLLINGGG!!! Oh, The Bloodline is rolling right now!" Sana exclaimed in glee. "Roman is current handling business on his own..."

"Yup." Mina goes along with Sana's speech, responding to the words she's saying while nodding her head at the vibe.

"So are you girls against BLACKPINK..."

"Yeah."

"And when you do, you girls were on the verge of breaking the all-time record as the longest Tag Team Champions in the history! You're there!" Sana clapped as she gave much emphasis at how important the last words should mean for the twins who are gonna face BLACKPINK tonight for the said mission.

"Yeah we're near there, and that means we're about to go out there right now and tell BLACKPINK what's about to happen tomorrow when they mess at us!" YN answered. Sana paused for a second as she looked confused. Mina and Momo looked at you too.

"With there? At the ring?"

"Right now."

Sana snorted and nervously laughs before proceeding to speak. "Uhm, YN... we talked about it okay?..."

Another complain coming from the Honorary Muse, blocking away your intention to do what you think is the right thing to do. That prompted you to remove the Tag Title belts on your shoulder frustratingly as blood began to boil again on your head.

"...and I feel like we're making some absolute progress here hmm?" Sana continued as you tried to intimidatingly staredown at her while waiting for her to finish talking. Mina is just watched the two's tension starting to grow again between each other.

"Can you please not do that? Going out there in the ring? There's no need the reason for it, the match is made, you get a good night sleep, you go beat BLACKPINK, you go on the record that's right there at the corner. There's no reason-" Sana's enumeration got interrupted when YN burst out the anomaly spotted behind those lines.

"Okay okay, so just because you're only one step ahead on becoming an official muse of The Bloodline, you think you're in change of me?" YN mocks Sana. Mina and Momo are just guarding them stressfully. "Because of what Yuta said huh? Hey, check this out: this ain't no Bloodline thing, it's exclusive only as The Myouis thing. We are tag team champions before you, and we will be still the tag team championship long after you're gone, Sana.", you pointed at her.

Sana only stared at you seriously who nudges your elbow at the back of Mina's arm to signal yourselves that they have to leave. As you disappeared at the scene, it left Mina looking at Sana apologetically.

"He's got a point, Sha." Mina's lips tilted and she shrugged before she departed too.

Sana and Momo were the ones left remaining inside the locker room. "Wait, Mina please don't go, girls don't go..." Sana beggingly tried to call their attention but went no effect.

"Why why why...oh well, they're gone." She slumped her hands on her waist, head bowing down in disappointment.

Meanwhile, The Myouis exit backstage to appear inside the arena, making their entrance to the ramp as they are scheduled for a segment tonight in the ring. They posed and bragged with their Tag Team Titles on the ropes before they grabbed microphones eached for their speech to be heard.

As their theme ended, it revealed the echoing boos from the crowd they received. The twins remained nonchalant, as it's part of being their bad guy routine anyway to piss people off but still remain undeniable.

"HEY HEY, THE BLOODLINE IS NOW IN YOUR CITY!!!" You shouted before you raised your finger to the sky followed by Mina to perform the signature gesture of your stable.

"Hey, brother / sister, we are on our way baby" Mina said to you with a large interested grin plastered in her face.

"To what?"

"We are on way to a history-making when it starts tomorrow night at Crystal Doom as the longest reigning Tag Team Champions EVER!" Mina clarified, hitting a preview for the viewers for what's most likely about to come this coming Saturday as they go on a fight with BLACKPINK in another pay-per-view event.

The crowd was divided in the chant, some are continously throwing boos while others began mentioning the unintentional joke that Sana made you embarassed and almost laugh at how silly it is.

You rolled your eyes at that flashback and avoided your gaze away at the crowd as shyness starts to become evident on your expression. "And it all starts with BLACKPINK. Yeah, that color group because YOU THE TWOS, AND WE... THE... ONES!" Both you and Mina proudly raised your fingers again before the crowd got uplifted as the titantron and the theme of MAMAMOO played in the arena.

The Myouis gazed annoyingly at the stage, watching the duo Solar and Moonbyul make their way into the ring.

"Hold up hold up hold up..." Solar was the first to speak while they're walking.

"Let's pump the brakes right now." Moonbyul followed.

"Slow it down...

"Take a second..."

"Just stop, stop..." Solar tells the twins. "At Crystal Doom, it's gonna be The Myouis vs. The BLACKPINK for the Japan Federation Tag Team Championships, and to be honest... we all root for BLACKPINK." she made it clear who they despise as they reached the ringside and approach the steel stairs.

They entered the ring, and stepped foot in front of The Myouis letting them talk their talk. "But if there's some Bloodline luck on yall and win against BLACKPINK then retain those titles, then we need you both to understand one thing." Moonbyul said as Mina following her glares.

"When you're on that plane, flying back home, as soon as you both got back down and step here in Japanese soil, you will have the longest reigning World Tag Team Champions waiting to tear you both from limb to limb in order to protect our legacy!"

The crowd cheered. Mina and YN nodded and smirking impressively at their challenge while being too boastful deep inside of them that they're just gonna be another obstacle to pass in their journey.

"In other words, we got next!" Solar simplified their plans in one sentence. They want the turn for the titles.

Moonbyul raises her mic to make the crowd cheering for their team name to be heard louder. Mina and YN mocked them as they presented the titles gripped around their hands. They went away from the microphones and traded barbed words at each other off mic as things slowly get fuming up between the two most legendary tag team in the company's modern history.

In the middle of their confrontation, it was surprisingly interrupted by a sudden blindside attack by BLACKPINK who hit both Mina and YN on their backs, sending them down on the mat.

Rosé and Jisoo are now standing face to face with Moonbyul and Solar who met their arrival.

After seconds of silence and staredown, their minds had one thing in common, and their intrusive thought won as each pair attacks The Myouis. Moonbyul and Jisoo is stomping YN while Solar and Rosé is doing the same thing on Mina.

"MAMAMOO and BLACKPINK are teaming up against The Myouis!" commentator Knight Yoo calls the scenario on the ring.

"Both in kahoots with their common enemies!" his partner Lee Kwang-soo added a remark as they watch the ongoing outnumbered advantage of attacks being given to The Myouis.

That didn't last long when Minatozaki Sana and Hirai Momo of The Bloodline came down rushing to the ramp to help their members.

MAMAMOO turned around as they noticed additional footsteps from behind. They were then met by a strong clothesline by The Fighting Machine of The Bloodline.

Sana then charged at Rosé and the two traded hits around their bodies. Jisoo then ran at Momo and cradled her from behind, trapping her into a choke.

Momo grunted as she uses her full strength to push Jisoo upwards until she got placed on top on her shoulders before being slammed down hard on the ring.

Sana dodged Rosé's hit and pushed her towards Momo who greeted her with a loud superkick straight to the face.

Momo is completely decimating the chaos in the ring. She picks up Jisoo and throws her out of the ring through the ropes while Mina goes for a superkick also on Moonbyul.

Joining your twin, you superkicked Solar also as soon as she got right back up on her feet, having her rolled out of the ring. All of The Bloodline members remained and the only enemy they have left with them is Rosè who is still hurting from Momo's superkick.

They all pointed at the poor helpless fighter. Momo and Sana picks up Rosé while you and Mina readied yourselves in a distance. They pushed her to receive a thunderous double superkick from The Myouis.

Rosé was knocked out while The Bloodline marches around the ring to boast at everyone watching who owns the show and who is on the top here.

Sana then directed Mina and YN to climb up to the ropes to do one more devastating assault. They followed the Honorary Muse and they both prepared to jump high for a double frog splash down through Rosé's broken body.

However, it didn't happen when thankfully Jisoo came back in for a rescue and this time in a much more effective way. Bringing the classic strong style in her, she brought a steel chair with her and quickly smashes it on Momo and Sana before she scares off The Myouis out from the turnbuckles.

She was so distracted that she didn't realized that Momo came back up and surprises her with a superkick to shut her off. She they hurriedly hooks Jisoo and performs her finisher Spinning Momo as she slams her hard again on the ring.

Momo lets out a battlecry before she checks upon her co-members. "And tonight, The Bloodline unifies. Tonight, on the same page. Tonight, protecting the family." Knight Yoo reacted.

The Bloodline members rolled out of the ring, leaving the damage they have done on their opponents as they end their segment for this week's episode of Knockdown.

3 DAYS LATER | November 7, 2022

Following Monday Night War, The Bloodline opened the show with the still defending Japan Federation World Tag Team Champions The Myouis with Hirai Momo successfully defended the titles against BLACKPINK this past Saturday at Crystal Doom pay-per-view event held in the Philippines.

They were interrupted by MAMAMOO who still has scores to settle against them after receiving attacks last Friday night.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in just 4 days on Friday night, you are looking at the longest Japan World Tag Team Champions in history defending our reign against the current Tag Team Champions, The Myouis." Moonbyul confirmed to everybody about their upcoming match this week with them.

"But... but... listen to us when we say you both the truth that after match, we will become the champions once again and most importantly, our reign of 483 days before will never be broken." Moonbyul smirked.

"Look, wait... we gave yall your promise right? Hell of a tag team."

"Also record-breakers." YN agreed to his/her sister.

"Breaking down barriers..."

"And multiple tag team champions too." They kept continuing on mentioning MAMAMOO's accomplishments before. "You know, I'm proud of yall."

"I'm really proud too."

"Yeah, and these people must be so proud of yall too." Mina included the crowd who proved her thoughts correct as they cheered. "Even me would be so proud, it must have feel so great to become... the SECOND greatest tag-team champions of all time."

Mina laughed as the crowd switched into boos.

"Wait, did they said 'second best'?" Moonbyul asked with a weirded reaction. "You two must have forgotten: we still hold the record, so that means YOU are chasing US." She said as she pointed back and forth at them to theirs.

"That means you're chasing the girls who built this place from ground to up. You two are chasing the girls who changed what Tag Team wrestling should be in Japan. Lastly, you two are chasing us who are first-generational superstars." Moonbyul referred to their team.

"You see, you all had people cuddling and holding you two around teaching you how to do this. You both got tryouts baaed from what your families did before you!" Moonbyul continued to spit some facts against their famous rivals. YN and Mina are getting sour at their reality check.

"You two have built your legacy from the backs of your cousins, your uncles, your fathers, grandfathers while WE built our legacy from our OWN BACKS!" The crowd then cheered louder at how harshly true she's beginning to be.

"You don't know about the pressure we've been on before!" Mina argued back, not letting theirselves getting humiliated. "What do you know about pressure, huh? What do you know about making a name for yourself, coming from a family like ours!"

"They don't!" YN assisted. "Yall have never been in the ring with our family before!"

"Nope!"

"Do you know who belongs in the ring here with you now?"

"Talk to them!"

"It's the perfect definition of what two tag-team are!"

"Yeah!"

"Since day one, we the ones!"

"Yeah!"

"YN and Mina... we are THE MYOUIS!!!" YN exclaimed as loud as he/she can get to release the fire building up inside of him/her.

"NOW THAT'S PRESSURE!" Mina bragged about the intensity of the exchange of their lines to slap back against these two biggest haters of their careers in front of them. The crowd were very impressed at their mic skills and how they were able to return back the favor after being destroyed by Solar and Moonbyul earlier.

Moonbyul stepped forward and eyed sharply at both YN and Mina. "Do. Not. Speak. To. Us. Like. You. Know. What. Pressure. Is.

PRESSURE is when you are roaming at the backstage, not knowing if you'll get fired someday. PRESSURE is when you want to try other things outside of this company just to see if it'll work and provide you higher rate of survival in your daily life. PRESSURE is when you put three of the most important women together in one team only to get booed at first, so don't you both dare speak to us like YOU KNOW WHAT REAL PRESSURE FEELS LIKE!"

The crowd is getting wild from their positive reactions at the sight of this masterclass of a segment between these two professional teams going personal within each other.

Moonbyul and Solar heard their names being chanted and they appreciated it wholeheartedly. "Do you hear that? Because they know what we've been through. That all those pressure has what turned us into DIAMONDS!"

"DIAMONDS? You talking about those diamonds in your crown?" Mina retorted, referring to when Moonbyul won a tournament before and crowned as the 'Queen of the Battleground' only to get destroyed by The Bloodline, especially Yuta Nakamoto who smashed her accessories.

"Those diamonds must be those jewels that our cousin Yuta Nakamoto stomped in?" Mina and YN scoffed and chuckled as they teased Moonbyul who is getting offended.

"Poor you, cuz look at us, we got the real diamonds around here now!" Mina and YN then raised their title belts above.

"And about you, Solar..." YN focused on her this time after being quiet while letting her friend Moonbyul talk about their frustrations. Solar's attention got taken, as she stares directly at YN.

"If we haven't forfeited in that turmoil years ago, there will never be a WrestleTopia moment for you!" The crowd ooh-ed at how brutal that fact was. The Myouis were talking about that moment 3 years ago when they were babyface at that time, they helped Solar win the whole gauntlet match by forfeiting their spot so that she can advantage on the last opponent in which she won and granted her a world title match at the main event of WrestleTopia. Months later, she won and had her first world title win.

"Remember that? We gave you that chance and that moment! Having your kids running around and taking pictures with you, so you're welcome Solar!" YN sarcastically told her. "As a matter of fact, don't even show up on Friday.  Just stay home with your kids and let us do what we always do."

Solar sneezed and shook her head before replying to YN. "Stay home with my kids, huh. What kind of mother would I be if I chose to forfeit such an important match from the likes of... you?"

YN got insulted, her smirk shrinked. "You don't understand what this reign means for us. For yall it's just another accomplishment, another championship but for us, this represents us back in the times when we started with a lame concept that nobdoy should've ever overcame that, BUT WE DID!

It represents a time when we come for work, clawing and scratching all we have just to fight to attain a resemblance of what a success of  team should be like for this industry, all to be told by many that we suck but we did that!

And lastly, it represents a time... that might be the last time that us, MAMAMOO as whole who will elevate you in the process so... no. We will not forfeit in this match just to let yall continue to reign."

Solar and Moonbyul has made their final decision, dropping their mics as well as The Myouis who has no other chouce but to accept the determination and bravery of these two tp step on the plate and challenge them for one of the richest prize in the industry.

They raised the title belts and they all looked up at it, mesmerized and motivated that either of them will become a champion this Friday night on their showdown.

4 DAYS LATER | November 11, 2022

The Bloodline once again opens up the show but this time, for this weeks Friday Night Knockdown and it is understandable when the people know that it has been announced that tonight, The Empire Chief is gonna pay another city a visit to lead a "Bloodline Acknowledgment Ceremony" for The Myouis once they win against MAMAMOO (in which they did, making them now the longest reigning Tag Team Champs of all time earlier at the show), and for them to...

"...RECOGNIZE ME!" Yuta Nakamoto yelled on his command, making the rest of The Bloodline (except for Sana who is absent for a day-off due to personal matters) and most of the crowd raising their ones to the sky for the current World Champion. YN felt a weird reflex when your head moved on it's way and your eyes lingered around, someone's missing beside you. You realized that Sana wasn't there. Furrowing your eyebrows, it had your perplexed why of all the members of your group, she's the one you sought to find first.

The special adviser for The Bloodline, Park Jinyoung took the opportunity to speak next about the topic he has in store for the public. You shook your head to focus yourself back on the most relevant subject here. "Ladies and gentlemen, your Empire Chief and I were having a discussion on the private jet flying onto this hellhole..." The crowd of Yokohama then booed loudly at him for insulting their city. Jinyoung was shocked as he spun around to witness the whole audience hating him.

He went silent to enjoy the whiny voice echoing around the arena before proceeding to speak. "MAMAMOO vs The Myouis is not a good sports rivalry. MAMAMOO aren't gonna compare to The Myouis. No team can! The longest reigning tag team champions in the history lives on the Island Of Relevancy and now, MAMAMOO has been cast out of the Ocean of Obsecurity like any other beings who stepped up against The Empire Chief... Tbe Highness Of The Land... and your Japan Combat Federation World Champion, Yuta Nakamoto."

Jinyoung said, praising the stable he's managing. He then passed the mic on Yuta after gesturing him to do so.

"It's not easy to be my cousin. Our whole lives, everyone has been acknowledging me for my greatness. And honestly, I never thought I'll see this moment to come." Yuta said as he walked back and forth on delivering his speech. "YN... Mina..."

Yuta paused when they heard the theme of BLACKPINK play, ruining their celebration. Rosé and Jisoo came out with microphones in their hand.

"You see, we're sick of The Bloodline using numbers game every week." Rosé spoke up. "Well, tonight... it's fight night! And we... got some backup."

A familar theme hits the speakers, causing the crowd to erupt in joy. Rosé and Jisoo got hyped up to see a close friend return in one piece.

Lisa Manoban confidently makes her appearance, with a bandage wrapped around her arm.

"It is indeed fight night! The woman who The Bloodline took out of action with a fractured elbow is back!" Knight Yoo exclaimed on the commentary.

She began to speak, but the crowd nor even The Bloodline can hear what she's saying. The microphone is having a technical difficulty, but Lisa kept on continuing to speak through stutters.

Yuta laughed out loud. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA what is this? Y-you can't even get the microphone work, I mean come on! What are you gonna do now?"

Lisa sighed and got a little bit pissed off at the technical team for embarassing her at her return but she just placed it aside and walked with Rosé and Jisoo on the ramp, approaching the ring.

"You see, Yuta..." Lisa's voice is now loud and clear. "I have no problem saying it to your face when the truth of the matter is that..."

Rosé and Jisoo instead sprinted through the ring as Lisa secretly tasked them to get distracted. She follows her friends as BLACKPINK collided with The Myouis while she went forward against Hirai Momo.

Yuta Nakamoto disgustingly watched the whole mess around him before he decided to join the fray by stomping on Jisoo. It has became a 4 on 3 assault, with The Bloodline slowly punishing BLACKPINK.

Yuta was about to boast the domination they're having in the ring but he got interrupted when the titantron plays the theme of "The Korean Warrior" Kim Jennie, eliciting another loud cheers from the fans.

All reactions from The Bloodline was shock and disbelief as they didn't expect that Jennie would help her former friends, but little did they know that because of the assault and what they did on Lisa's elbow a month ago has  made BLACKPINK to change from heels to babyfaces in order to battle against The Bloodline.

Mina came rushing on Jennie but she presented her with a big boot, then rapidly rushed through the ring before YN approaches her next, only to receive a beadbutt.

Jennie then goes face to face with the woman who costs her the World Championship back at her homeland in Clash In The Combat months ago, Hirai Momo. The two stares down at each other before they unloaded exchange blows at one another.

Momo slapped Jennie hard but she bounced back on the ropes and clotheslined Momo. She then received a sneaky big boot by Yuta who was watching their fight.

Yuta then knuckled Jennie's top of the head until Lisa gets back up and spun Yuta around, turning his attention on her as she passed couple of hits around his face.

He then stopped her attacks by wrapping her around the waist and carried her on the turnbuckle to unleash some bumps on her midsection. The rest of the Bloodline and BLACKPINK then went on to continue attacking each other around the ring, giving the viewers a possible hint of a future feud and a match to come.

The show ends with the security and backstage personnels arrive in the ring to break up the brawl beween The Bloodline and BLACKPINK as the time runs out to air.

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The Next Supreme

Cordelia Goode x Mina Venable x Reader

You walked into your room slamming the door behind you. Fresh tears fall from your face as you make your way over to your bed. You knew better than to leave class. You knew you'd be in trouble for your behavior but at the moment you didn't care.

This is bullshit you think to yourself. Sobbing quietly, as your brain replayed your Auntie Myrtle’s words. A knock on the door pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Go away!” you shout.

“Love. It's me. Let me in please.” the soft voice calls behind the large oak door.

You sighed waving your hand to unlock the door. The blonde steps into the room closing the door behind her.

Sighing she makes her way toward you.

“I curse the day your grandmother taught you how to lock doors.” she chuckles.

You grunt looking out the window avoiding her gaze.

“Your Auntie Myrtle tells me you left class early and caused quite a scene. Is that true?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Because she's a liar!” you screamed.

“Volume sweet girl. I'm willing to talk but you will not yell at me.”

You sighed looking up at her with tears rolling down your face.

“She said that one of us will be the next Supreme. That when we do you will become weak. She said you will die. Is that true?”

The blonde sighs nodding her head slowly. “Yes.”

“That's what's happening to Fiona, isn't it? As you get stronger she dies?”

“Yes.”

You chuckled shaking your head as more tears fall.

“Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn't. I just didn't tell you yet.”

“Same thing! I’m not a kid any more mom. I’m 13! You should have told me.”

“Your right. I'm sorry. I should have had a conversation with you.”

“Aunite Mrytle said that I have the talents to be the next supreme.”

“I know she told me.” She says with a smile.

“Did she also tell you I told her to shove it up her ass?”

“Yes, she did. Luckily she understands the Influence your grandmother has had on you.”

She chuckles.

“This isn't funny mom!” you shout.

Cordelia sighs walking up behind you. “Being the Supreme is a great honor. If Myrtle sees it in you already that means you're truly gifted. It is extremely rare for a supreme to be succeeded by her own daughter once much less twice. You would be the most powerful supreme to rise.”

“I don't want it. Give it to someone else.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don't want to be the one that kills you..” you cry.

Cordelia sighs gently tugging you into her arms.

“Sweet girl listen to me. One day you or one of the others will rise and grow in power. And when that time comes my time will be done. It's not fast, it takes its time. But until then you and the others will continue to learn and practice until it is your time. That's the way it's always been.”

“But why? Why do I or any of them get that kind of power? To take your life. I don't want it, mom. I don't want to lose you... to kill you. Please. “

“Honey there isn't anything I can do to stop it. It's the way it's always been, love. “

“Well if it's me I won't take it! I refuse!”

“I'm afraid it doesn't work like that sweet girl.”

“If I am so powerful then it will,” you state Stubbornly.

Cordelia smiles shaking her head. “ You’re a stubborn child you know that?”

“She gets it from you dear,” Mina says as she walks into the room. Cordelia smiles at her as she looks back at you.

“ She’s right. You have a lot of me in you. Y/n I know it’s scary and sad. I know that you don’t want to lose me. But when the time comes that’s what will happen love. And the sooner you accept it the sooner we can enjoy the time we have left.”

You cried harder listening to her words. You knew she was right. You’d seen how Fiona has declined once your mother found out she was the next in line. You turned wrapping your arms around her neck as you cried. Cordelia sighs pulling you in close.

“I know my love. I’m sorry it’s like this.”

“I can’t lose you, mom. Please. You’re all that I have.”

“That’s not true. You have this coven. You have Mina. And I will always be with you. No matter what. I love you, baby.”

“She’s right little one. Even after your mother is gone I will be here with you. Right by your side.” She smiles through her tears.

“I love you.” You cried squeezing Cordelia tight.

After a few moments, you let go looking up at her. She gives you a small smile as she wipes your tears away. Leaning in she kisses your forehead.

“One day you will be the greatest supreme this coven has ever seen. And I will be there right beside you watching you lead these girls in every way possible. I want you to remember this when I’m gone. I will always be there watching over you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mom.” You cried hugging her once more.

You sighed as you pulled away from her falling into Mina’s arms.

“I love you, Momma.”

She smiles “ I love you too little one. Even though I don’t want to lose your mother either I can’t wait for the day to watch you lead this coven.”

Cordelia smiles as she pulls you both into a hug.

“I love you both so much. But now you have to go apologize to your Auntie Myrtle.”

“Aww really?” You asked looking up at her.

She nods her head.

“But..”

“Y/n you heard your mother,” Mina warns. You sighed grumbling as you walked past them.

The two women laughed “We definitely have our work cut out for us.” Cordelia chuckles.

Mina smiles pulling her in for a kiss. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #mother/daughter relationship #cordelia goode x reader #fiona goode #wilhemina venable #wlw #writing #fiction #television #sadnees #death tw

[vorrentis]

Hello sir, have you ever thought of a story about childhood friend Mina x M Reader? But you're submissive and Mina's dominant. When you two are on school with your friends (twice members lol), she's this shy, introvert girl. But when it's just the two of you, she release her wild on you. Even on public, she risk it even you two are on the edge of getting caught.

That's all thanks hehe. Looking forward for the next update. Have a nice day/night and take care <3.

I’ll have to think of a plot to go with this subject but I wouldn’t mind doing this

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✴The Masterlist✴

A/N: This will be where I link all of my coming works so that they will be easier for readers to find. I hope you enjoy! If you have a drabble/MTL request, please send them to my inbox. It's always open! Happy reading!

✡A.C.E✡

Donghun

Seyoon ⁑ WOW

Junhee ⁑ Jun

Kim Byeongkwan

Yuchan ⁑ Chan

✡ATEEZ✡

Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

✡BLACKPINK✡

Jisoo

Jennie

Rosé

Lisa

✡BTS✡

Namjoon ⁑ RM

refuge from the rain (f)

Jin

Yoongi ⁑ SUGA

Hoseok ⁑ j-hope

Jimin

Taehyung ⁑ V

Jungkook

Taking Your Relationship Public (A, F)

Your Brother's Best Friend (A, F)

✡MONSTA X✡

Shownu

Minhyuk

Escapades (M)

Kihyun

Hyungwon

Joohoney

I.M.

The Unsexiest Wedding Night Ever (F, M)

✡STRAY KIDS✡

Bang Chan

Minho ⁑ Lee Know

soup (f)

Changbin

Hyunjin

Jisung ⁑ Han

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin ⁑ I.N

✡TWICE✡

Nayeon

Jeongyeon

Momo

Sana

Jihyo

Mina

Dahyun

Chaeyoung

Tzuyu

✡XEED✡

Doha

Hoyong ⁑ Roni

Seongyeob ⁑ Bao

Jaemin

#masterlist #kpop fanfiction #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles #bts reaction #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts reactions #bts smut #monsta x drabble #monsta x x reader #monsta x fanfic #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons #a.c.e. kpop #a.c.e. kpop headcanons #a.c.e. kpop imagines #a.c.e. kpop drabbles

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Denki's mom has got it going on | Bakugou x Reader

summary: Katsuki was sure of many things after entering Denki's home, one, Denki lives in a massive penthouse, two, he has the biggest crush on Jirou and is actively flirting with her (he’s failing at it) and that dunce face who seems to enjoy making himself look like a complete fool in front of others has a milf for a mother.

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: age gap, pervert!Bakugou, milf!reader, unprotected sex, oral(m!receiving), Bakugou sniffing panties

a/n: here it is !!! here it is (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) milf reader !!!

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You’ve always been active in your son’s life as he grew up. You’ve witnessed many phases of his life–his emo phase, his bratty phase, his “I want to become a king so you can stop working, mom!” phase, and even the phase in his life where he makes countless mistakes. But as time went on, you found yourself getting busier and busier until you no longer had extra time to even bake your little Denki his favorite lemon muffins.

As he entered high school, your ritual of taking a picture with him in front of the school gate was broken after receiving an emergency call from the hospital. Your son didn’t stop you from leaving midway your breakfast, nor was he too happy about it.

As he turned sixteen, your worlds changed when you two lost the father of your family. Years went by and you didn’t have any problems supporting your one and only child financially on your own, you were one of the best doctors in Japan after all. It’s all the “how to shave” and “how to tie a tie” and many other “how to”s that dads are usually pro at that you have trouble with.

On the day of his graduation, after failing to attend it,  you promised yourself and him that you are going to have more than enough time for your child. You demanded less time in the hospital and threatened to quit if they didn’t accept.

Now your schedules go from eight in the morning to six in the evening from mondays to fridays. If you didn’t have any appointments on the weekends, they were usually free and you stayed home and bonded with your son. Well, if one counts having your ass handed to you more times than you can count in Mario Kart.

The scent of vanilla mixed with a lemony aroma wafts through the air. Denki’s favorite lemon muffins baked in the oven as you washed the baking utensils. The doorbell rings twice, catching your attention. You weren’t expecting anyone nor did you order anything online.

“Denki–”

“I invited my friends over, by the way!” The blond runs down the steps of your vast penthouse and instead of scolding him lightly on why he should have told you earlier so you could have cleaned the place, you huff and go straight back to washing the dishes.

“Hey! Sorry we’re late, Bakugou demanded some convincing.” You hear a guy chuckle awkwardly as Denki ushers them inside. The sounds of them taking of their shoes echo through the large home you live in and as you finish rinsing the last bowl you used, the sounds of padded footsteps slowly creep towards you–more like the kitchen.

“Oh yeah. This is my mom. You guys probably never met her yet, her work usually requests most of her time.” Denki motions towards you and you smile warmly at his friends. Your eyes scan over them one by one; there were three boys and two girls.

“Hello, my name is Kaminari Y/n, but please, just call me Y/n. Don’t wanna be reminded of how old I am.” You chuckle lightly at your awkward joke as the group follows in suit.

“Mom, this is Ashido Mina,” Denki motions at the girl with pink hair and matching pink skin, “Kyouka Jirou,” The girl with the dark purple hair and headphone ears, “ Hanta Sero,” the guy with the black hair, “Kirishima Eijiro,” the guy with a big and tall build with red spiky hair, “and this ray of sunshine is Katsuki Bakugou.” The blonde who looks like he has a frown temporarily attached on his face.

“Nice to meet you all. You guys can stay wherever, I’m making lemon muffins. It’s my little Denki’s favorite.” You squeeze at your son’s cheeks whose face burns in embarrassment. His friends begin laughing and teasing him about it as they slowly exit the kitchen.

You silently go back to whatever you’re working on, deciding to whip up other snacks so there can be many to choose from. After being reminded of the hot weather, you decide on fruity popsicles and ice cream sandwiches. Both easy and quick to make.

“She’s not really his mom, is she?” Eijiro whispers to Katsuki who simply looks at him with a blank expression before returning has gaze towards the TV. Katsuki was sure of many things after entering Denki's home, one, Denki lives in a massive penthouse, two, he has the biggest crush on Jirou and is actively flirting with her (he’s failing at it) and that dunce face who seems to enjoy making himself look like a complete fool in front of others has a milf for a mother.

Katsuki’s mind races back to when he first saw you–wearing such short shorts that hug your wide hips and thick ass and thighs perfectly. A white shirt that’s so thin, if he concentrates, he can make out your nipples and their size. He blinks himself out of his daze when his pants begin tightening up.

Think of something else, think of something else, something else, something else–god fucking dammit!

“Hey dunce face. I need to take a piss.” Katsuki stands up, facing his growing boner away from his friends. “There’s a short hallway full of doors to the right of the kitchen. It’s the last left.” Katsuki immediately leaves the theatre room and makes his way to where the kitchen is. His eyes immediately land on you blending something red and it doesn’t help that the vibrations of the blender shakes your beautiful breasts.

I’m like a stupid pervert. Katsuki huffs to himself as he quickly strides his way past the kitchen, catching your attention for a second before the wall covers him from your line of sight. He looks around, brows knitting together when he finds himself confused at which door the bathroom led to. He can’t remember what that idiot said as his mind can only recall you and you alone.

He turns to the right, opening the door before huffing in annoyance. It looked nowhere like a bathroom and instead seemed like a bedroom instead. From the plain furniture and clean environment, Katsuki can only guess that this was your room. He wanted to leave immediately, he swears to god and everything holy above, but something dark red and lacy catches his eye. The cabinet is a white contrast to the popping color–it draws him in as if it were the forbidden apple and he was Eve.

He crouches down, taking the part of the delicate fabric on his fingers before his hands shakily pull the drawer open. Inside it are brightly colored lacy panties and bras, some he can recognize as thongs or t-backs and the others are just see-throughs that barely cover anything. It’s a drawer full of everything inside a teenage boy’s wet dream.

He feels as if he’s been pulled five years back, his sexual fantasies urging him to grab a fistful of the underwear. And he does. He first takes the dark red that caught his attention, spreading it open and studying it in full view before taking a white one, and a baby blue one with a gemstone attached in the center, and a black thong, and a white see through one, and the next thing he knows, his hands are full of his friend’s mother’s underwears and he’s bringing it up to his nose, inhaling the soft scent of fabric conditioner.

He frowns.

Katsuki wanted to sniff you. Your scent, not roses of the meadow or cottony blues. He begins moving from the cabinet, his mind racing to where you could possibly place your hamper. Hopefully you haven’t done your laundry yet.

“Didn’t know my son was friends with a pervert.”

Katsuki’s body stills at the sound of your voice. Your tone is different from before, it’s more demanding, more serious and it’s causing Katsuki’s body to grow even hotter and hotter than it was before. You close your door behind you and Katsuki doesn’t miss the click of the lock, causing his thoughts to grow rampant.

What were you going to do? Were you gonna tell him? Were you gonna scold him? Fuck you’re hot. What kind of underwear were you wearing under those tight booty shorts? Probably a thong? What color?

“And after being caught red-handed, you still have the courage to gawk.” You shake your head, disappointed. “I thought you were the serious type in the group, Katsuki.”

The blond shivers. The sound of his name leaving your lips does something to him and he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is, but it’s something. He finds himself suddenly out of breath and his head is growing dizzy from all the pent up tension inside his pants, inside his dick.

“Turns out you’re just like every other guy, hmm?” He watches as you kneel down in front of him, taking his dick in your hands–why were you holding his dick?!

You look up at him with hooded eyes, pressing your lips against his clothed cock as you pressed soft kisses on its side. Katsuki’s breathing gets worse with every kiss and finally,  a gasp leaves his lips when you pull his pants down, exposing his cock, watching as it springs free. You push Katsuki’s hips back, making him fall onto the foot of your bed.

“Does your girlfriend not care for you, Katsuki? You look like you haven’t done it in years.” You fake-pout at him, pressing soft kisses all over his cock as your thumb presses on the head of his length, playing with and smearing the pre cum that’s oozing out of the tip. “Mmmff- I don’t- I’ve never had a girl- girlfriend.” Katsuki gasps in between his words, panting when you begin giving his cock soft kitten licks just for the heck of teasing him. You chuckle lightly, watching such a strong and mean looking guy breakdown at the palm of your hands have always been amusing to you

“That’s dangerous, then.” Your hot breath fans over his sensitive cock, causing Katsuki to throw his head back in pleasure. “I’ll be ruining you for every other girl out there.” And in a second, you take his entire length in your mouth. Katsuki gasps and a startled gasp leaves your throat–this boy is posing to be a bigger challenge than expected.

Well, no matter. He’s nothing I can’t handle.

You shake your head softly, allowing him to reach as far as your throat. You swallow around him, just to see how far you can push him, but this seems to be the edge as he mutters profanities under his breath and something warm and thick fills your throat, slowly dripping down your stomach. You push yourself off of him, gasping for air, your chest rising and falling heavily before feeling your cunt growing needy.

“Since I helped you out,” With shaky legs, you stand up, pushing your shorts down. Katsuki’s eyes widen and the butterflies in his stomach go wild at the sight of your bare cunt under the shorts. No you weren’t a thong, or anything see-through, as a matter of fact, you weren’t anything at all.

You climb on top of him, taking your shirt off, allowing your breasts to spill out. Katsuki lets out a surprised gasp as he sits up, taking one boob in his hand, squeezing and fondling it as he sucks on the other one. You press his tip against your entrance before lowering yourself, the room filling with both of your hushed moans.

Katsuki scolds himself for acting like such a teenager when he’s supposedly twenty-one. Get it together, Katsuki! For god’s sake!

Your hands run up and down the blond’s biceps, you’ve never felt such amazing muscles before in your life. Katsuki is just so big and tall and he overpowers everything about you. You begin rocking your hips back and forth, digging your teeth onto your lower lip and your eyes rolled back as you continued to feel every inch, every detail, every vein of his large cock inside you.

“You love fucking your friend’s mom so much? Hmm?” You tease, taking both your breasts, presenting it at him. Katsuki immediately buries his face on them, his mind going crazy at how soft and warm they feel.

The noise of slapping skin and soft moans fill the room. Katsuki flips the both of you around, now hovering over you as you laid on the soft mattress of your bed. His thrusts are slow and deep, but that isn’t what you need right now. “Go faster!” You whisper and Katsuki gladly obliges, one hand gripping at your thigh and the other busy fondling a fistful of your boob.

“Shit! Shit! Close, I’m so close!” You cry out softly and Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, hips never once flattering as he chases for both of your orgasms. Your hands fly onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your walls clamped down on him. The blond buries his face on the crook of your neck, muffling out his moans as he releases inside you.

The both of you breathe heavily against each other for a long moment, Katsuki processing whatever the fuck just happened and you wondering if your muffins are burning. You tap on his shoulder and Katsuki quickly pulls out of you, tucking his dick back into his shorts as you stand up and grab some panties, dressing yourself up again.

Katsuki stands up, eyeing you as you walk over to the far corner of your room, opening what seems to be a basket with a lid on it. You take out some black lacy thongs, throwing it at the blond who catches it ungracefully. You chuckle at his clumsy actions before leaving the room.

Katsuki eyes the panties thrown at him, slowly bringing it up to his nose to inhale deeply. His heart skips a beat at your smell filling his senses. He stands there frozen for a moment, gripping at your panties before stuffing them in his shorts.

He leaves the room and enters the bathroom, fixing himself up and wetting his face with water before drying up and exiting the bathroom. “I thought you only had to pee?” Denki asks, eyeing Katsuki as he enters the kitchen, sitting on one of the counter stools beside Eijiro.

“Ate something bad, I guess.” Katsuki shrugs his shoulders.

“Aw, then I hope you’re hungry!” You coo, sliding a plate of muffin in front of him as well as a glass of ice cold coke. “Tell me if you want more, honey.” You smile at the blond and it takes every cell in Katsuki to stop himself from blushing profusely.

You didn’t mean it in the way everyone else in the damn room thought you meant. Another thing Katsuki’s sure about.

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Kinda Like It When You Lie

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

Summary: You discover the reason why Chris has been lying to you about his whereabouts.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: le smut, le angst, le toxicity but a sorta happy ending I guess???

A/N: I tagged everyone in my Everything Bucky tag list because why not lmfao okay but no, I’m not sure how often I will be writing fics for Seb’s other characters so I won’t be having a separate tag list for that yet. If this isn’t something you’re not interested in, feel free to ignore skskks

I am dedicating this piece to @lookiamtrying​ who got so pissed off that her mans Chris got a lower vote count than Mickey (prior to the release of Monday) when I did my character fic survey lmfao ilysm, Mina!!! This was also inspired by FLETCHER’s If You’re Gonna Lie

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Chris kissed you as if it was his last day on earth. It made your insides twist in a blissful way, the kind of kiss that literally took your breath away and made your head spin. You could feel your lungs burning up from the lack of oxygen and yet you didn’t want to pull away.

All you could focus on was how his lips moved against yours, how his tongue danced around your mouth as if he owned you. And in that moment, he really did.

You got lost in Chris— his taste, his rough palms against the smooth expanse of your skin, his weight on top of you as he pressed you down against the cheap motel bed.

It wasn’t until you tried to touch Chris that you realized he had restrained your wrists with something cold and hard. Pulling away from his fervent kiss, you glanced up and saw that he had both of your wrists handcuffed against the headboard.

Tugging at your wrists, you let out a chuckle. “What’re ya, a cop?” you asked.

Chris breathed out through his nose, “Kinda.” he rasped out before taking your bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging at it before sliding his tongue back into your mouth.

You moaned into the kiss and opened up your legs to fully accommodate Chris’ huge build, his pelvis thrusting against your clothed core making you whine against his lips.

“You gonna arrest me or somethin’?” you asked playfully, tilting your neck to the side as you allowed Chris to nip at your skin, his thick beard scratching you much to your delight.

He pulled back to look at your eyes, “Only for stealin’ my heart, darling.”

-

What you thought was a one-night stand turned into something more. Not that you were complaining, in fact, you’d quickly fallen head over heels for Chris. How could you not when he was the most honest man you’d met in your entire life?

After that first night, Chris told you everything about him and his job. An FBI agent who needed to go undercover as a drug dealer in order to infiltrate a huge drug syndicate. He had been undercover for a while now and it was consuming, he said. That’s how you found him drinking alone at the bar you worked at.

“You planning to consume our entire stock of beers or what?”

Chris let out a breathy chuckle as you placed two more bottles of beer on his table. The man had been in the bar for hours now, drowning his miseries away since his arrival. You noticed him as soon as he sauntered into the bar— all beard and tattooed muscles on display with the denim vest he wore.

“I’m sorry.” he huffed out and you were surprised at how soft spoken he was despite his tough exterior. “Work’s been stressing me out, is all.” He explained with a firm smile.

You couldn’t help but return the gesture, “Thought you were stressin’ over your girl.” You smirked.

Chris narrowed his eyes at you, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. “Got no girl to come home to.” He said, voice an octave lower and a little bit rougher.

You bit your lip and shrugged, “Man like you can easily find a solution to that.” You said and winked before heading back behind the bar, swaying your hips a little more than the usual.

By the time you reached the bar, you looked back at Chris and caught him staring with a certain look in his eyes.

The same look he would give you whenever you get mad at him for coming home late. The look that always won you over no matter what.

-

“You said you’d be home by eight, Chris. That was four hours ago.”

Chris rubbed his face and dropped his keys on the tray by the front door. You watched him with suspecting eyes as he trudged towards you, eyes tired yet apologetic.

“‘m sorry, sweetheart. Went out with the guys, you know how it is.” he said and tried to reach out to you but you were quick to step back.

“Could’ve texted me, y’know? I made dinner, your favorite. Got cold and decided to throw it in the bin when you didn’t show up.” you said, shaking your head in disappointment and turned around to retreat back into the bedroom.

Chris caught you and gripped your waist in his strong hands, preventing you from further walking away. He pulled your back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck as he whispered apologies into your ear.

“I’m sorry, babe. Let me make it up to you, huh?” he murmured roughly into your ear. “Wanna make you feel good, make you forget my sins.” he teased, earning a soft chuckle from you.

He sucked the skin beneath your earlobe, making your knees weak and your core throb. Chris gently turned you around to face him until your eyes met his-- dark and still apologetic, you wondered why because you’d already forgiven him the moment his hands touched your skin.

Your question was immediately forgotten when Chris kissed you, tongue quickly finding its way into your mouth. His kisses were always so urgent, so hungry and feral.

He always kissed you as if it was the last time.

Clothes strewn everywhere, raspy grunts and high pitched moans, sweaty bodies moving against each other. Every single time you and Chris argued, it always ended the same way, with you giving in to his sweet words and hot touches.

A hand on your nape kept your cheek pressed down onto the mattress as Chris pounded you from behind. Laying flat on your stomach, you could feel every ridge and every vein of his cock as it dragged against your walls. Gripping the sheets tightly, your knuckles turned white as you slightly lifted your ass up earning a harsh spank from Chris.

“You fuckin’ like it when I fuck you rough?” he growled, spanking your ass again before squeezing it into his large hand.

You whimpered at the cold sensation of the rings on Chris’ fingers, wanting it to mark your skin as soon as he was done with you. You moaned when Chris pulled back until only the tip of his hard cock remained in your tight pussy. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes when he pushed your nape further into the mattress at the same time he slammed back in with such force that made you elicit a sound akin to a wail.

“Right there, Chris!” you wantonly pleaded, your drool soaking the sheets beneath you.

“I got you, baby. Gonna fuck you so good you’d forget what you were mad about.”

And forget you did, not just once, not twice. Not even thrice. Every single time Chris came home to you smelling like someone else’s perfume when he claimed to be out with his friends, you always ended up willingly forgetting about it. Chris had you wrapped around his finger and you knew it.

You knew he was lying about his whereabouts and the thing was, you chose to believe in it.

Because with each lie that slipped past his lips, came the sweetest apology followed by a promise to make you feel good and Chris always delivered.

You’d rather hear Chris’ lies than to hear his goodbye just so you can have him in your bed again and again and again.

-

The last lie you tolerated was when he forgot about your anniversary and came home the next day, all moody and grumpy. He went straight to the bathroom, mumbling about how he was tired from work and you didn’t know whether he was lying again or not.

You’d believed too many of his lies by now that you couldn’t even determine which ones were the truth and which ones weren’t.

“Happy anniversary to us, Chris. In case you forgot.” you said as soon as he got out of the shower.

Chris’ face fell, eyes refusing to meet yours from shame. He should be ashamed and so should you, because you’ve tolerated his lies for a year now and no matter how much you wanted to confront him, you always ended up forgiving him.

“Fuck.” he cursed. “I’m sorry, it’s just that...the buy bust operation was last night and it slipped my mind.” he said.

And there it was again, the look in his eyes that turned you into a moaning mess beneath him as soon as his lips found yours. Whenever Chris would lie, it always seemed to be so fucking worth it. Because he always fucked you senseless until you were stupid for him, enough to let him get away with his pathetic excuses.

But not tonight, because as Chris bent you in half with his cock slipping in and out of your wet cunt, you promised that this will be the last time you’d enjoy the aftermath of his lies.

“Come on, baby. Give me one more. Want this pussy to milk my cock dry, c’mon pretty girl.” he urged, slipping a hand in between your sweaty bodies, his thumb swiping at your clit until stars exploded behind your eyes.

His name was chanted out like a prayer, your lips red and swollen from being kissed and bitten. A few more hard thrusts and you felt Chris spill his seed into you, warm ropes of his cum painting your walls. He carefully slipped your legs off from his shoulders before laying down on top of you, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your chest as the both of you caught on your breaths.

“Where were you last night?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Chris turned his head to you, trying to read your face but you kept your gaze on the ceiling. Tears escaped your eyes as you laid on the bed, blinking them away when they wouldn’t stop spilling.

“I want the truth, Chris.” you added, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

The bed moved when Chris sat up, reaching for your face and turning it to wards him. Your lips were trembling, fighting back your sob. Chris closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.” he said.

“I don’t want your apology, Chris. I want the truth, please.” you begged.

“I can’t stay with you anymore.” he said.

You frowned and sat up, bringing the sheets up to cover your naked body. “Who’s she?” you asked. “I know you’ve been seein’ someone behind my back, I want to know. Who is she? ‘nother FBI agent? Or someone you met while you were undercover?” you were more of mad than hurt now, all your suppressed emotions finally resurfacing and begging to be released.

Chris swallowed and refused to meet your gaze, “It’s...it’s not like that.” he said.

“The fuck you mean, Chris?” you asked.

There was silence for a brief moment, as if Chris was gathering up all the courage he had left in him. And then he looked at you with the same guilty, apologetic eyes again. But it was different now because you knew that there wouldn’t be anymore lies which meant no more sweet talk and no more Chris in your bed until the next morning.

“I never cheated on you.” he huffed out. “I’ve always been...with Erin.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You were a part of my undercover. The leader of the drug syndicate I was trying to infiltrate frequented the bar you worked at. Needed to get as much as information as I can and I easily got that when we started—”

Your hand trembled after landing a solid slap on Chris’ face. Your heart ached, your vision spun and suddenly, nothing made any sense to you anymore. All this time, you thought that was Chris was being unfaithful to you when in truth, he was cheating…with you.

Now you finally understood why he always kissed you as if it was the last time, why he looked at you with those apologetic eyes whenever he came home late, whenever he lied.

Chris told you the entire truth, that he was at the bar during an operation and not after. He manipulated you into believing that everything he told you were real, that he was a good and an honest man, that Erin was nothing but a partner at work.

“When you said you love me, was that a lie too?” you asked, voice breaking because this was too much. Everything was too much.

Chris held your face in between his hands, rubbing his thumbs across your cheeks, “No. No, that wasn’t a lie. I do, I love you. As soon as the operation was done, I couldn’t say goodbye. I always said I’d tell you the truth but I couldn’t. I wish I hadn’t met you like this.” he reassured.

You pushed him away and covered your face with your hands, unable to believe that for an entire year, you’d dedicated your life and your love to someone who had been using you.

“Does she know about me?” you asked.

Chris nodded, “She does.”

You scoffed, “She fuckin’ pities me, doesn’t she? Probably told you to take your time, ‘cause the truth will fuckin’ ruin me.” you said and chuckled bitterly.

“You used me, Chris. Fuckin’ used me and made me a goddamn fool. Is Chris even your real name? Who the fuck are you?” you asked.

“I lied about everything except for two things. My name and when I said I love you.”

You shook your head, wiping away your tears. You’ve finally woken up, brought yourself back to consciousness and decided to accept that Chris was never honest and that not once did he become yours.

“Liar.”

-

Picking up the pieces of your broken trust was very much like working with the shards of a broken mirror. At times you came out unscathed but for the most part, you were left wounded and bleeding and in pain.

Putting all the broken pieces back together was definitely not easy and it took you years to do so. No matter how careful you were though, the mirror was never completed. There were ugly cracks and everywhere that you couldn’t hide and there was a missing piece. But that’s alright, because you tried to put yourself back together and you weren’t perfect but at least you did your best.

The bar you started working for was quite new, which explained how busy it was even on a slow Wednesday. It wasn’t as big as the old bar you used to work at, but this was newer and catered to a more classy crowd.

No rough bikers, no FBI agents going undercover, no funny businesses.

“Two bottles of beer for table seven.” your manager called out, “Thought it’d be slow today, boy was I wrong.” she commented to which you chuckled.

Taking out two ice-cold bottles from the fridge, you weaved through the crowd and tables until you reached your destination. Placing the bottles on top of the table, you asked the customer if he wanted to order something to go with his drinks.

Taking out your notepad, you finally looked up and was met with a pair of familiar blue eyes. You almost didn’t recognize Chris if it weren’t for those eyes. He was no longer sporting a buzz cut and had longer locks, his beard had grown out but was well-trimmed. His tattooed arms weren’t in full display and instead of the usual denim outfits he wore, he was merely clad in a plaid, maroon button down shirt.

“Hi.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “Let me guess, you’re undercover and your target is a frequent customer here.” you said.

Chris laughed mirthlessly and shook his head, “I quit from that job years ago.” he said, much to your surprise.

“You stressin’ over your girl?” you asked.

“Got no girl to come home to...anymore.” Chris replied, those damn apologetic eyes making your knees weak once again.

You rolled your eyes at him and placed your notepad back in your apron, “If you’ve nothin’ else to order, then enjoy your beer. I guess.” you said and turned around but was quickly tugged back when Chris grabbed at your wrist.

Scowling at him, you eyed his hand and then back up at his eyes. They didn’t look apologetic though, you realized, he was giving you the same look but something was different.

You just didn’t know what changed.

“I did love you.” he said. “And I still do and I want to come home to you again.” he quickly added, tightening his grip around your wrist as if he was afraid to let you go.

Surprisingly, there was not an ounce of anger left in your heart. It had been a complete three years since the incident. He left you feeling used and broken but you managed to fix yourself. Not completely, but enough to find it in your heart to forgive Chris for what he did.

“I want to believe you, I really do. But it’s hard for me to do that now.” you explained.

Chris nodded in understanding, “I know but I want to start over again. Make things right, if you’d let me. No lies this time, just me and my truth.” he said, his thumb rubbing soft circles against the inside of your wrist.

Honesty. Pure and genuine honesty— that’s what changed in the way Chris looked at you. There wasn’t any guilt in there anymore, no hidden agendas and whatnot.

Just the truth and the missing piece you never knew you needed to complete your mirror.

-

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