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Needy - Yeo Hwanwoong

Words: 836

Includes- overstimulation, kissing, biting, oral (receiving), sex toys (receiving), choking, fingering, dom hwanwoong x sub reader

- sorry this took a while, i wanted it done in about two days but college was just really busy.

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“i need you” is the first thing your boyfriend says as he walks through the door to your bedroom after work.

“that was sudden.. are you okay?”

“yeah i just, can you come here?” he asks quietly as he sits on the bed. you throw your leg around him so you’re straddling him and the second you look into his eyes you can see how needy he is.

you place your lips on his lightly and he immediately sticks his tongue in your mouth, trailing it along your lips and swirling it around your tongue. his teeth grab onto your lower lip and pull it hard, leaving marks on your soft lips. he then shoves your head to the side biting into your flesh, sucking in your skin between his wet lips making sure to leave tons of bruises to claim you as his.

he then places his hands on your sensitive inner thigh, shoving your skirt up and pulling down your lacy underwear. the second they’re off he’s down on you, eating you like he’s been starved forever. you moan out as his tongue devours your body, his saliva trailing down and falling onto the bed. as he looks up at you he gently puts a finger into your entrance, curling his finger once it’s all the way up making you feel sheer bliss. you pulled at his hair as he swirled around your clit. he entered another two fingers and curled into you even harder making you want to scream, you could feel the cold metal of his rings contrasting the warmth of his mouth on you. he fingered your g spot till you were on the edge of climax and then took his other finger to rub you fast as your breathing got heavy and you had white liquid spilling out of you.

normally he would give you a break in between so you could catch your breath, but not today. he instantly took off his trousers and boxers before placing his dick in you and starting to pound hard. you moaned as his dick entered you, going as deep inside you as you had ever felt. all you could do is repeat his name over and over as he slammed into you. he threw his head back as he grunted with each thrust. he put his hand around your throat, tightening every time he hit your g spot. the restricted breathing amplified everything, making his dick feel ten times better inside of you. before you knew it you had both came and he was already ready for another round.

“please woong, i can’t take it anymore” you said breathless after your session.

“yes you can baby, i know you can. let me use some toys on you, okay?” he said as you nodded, giving in to him knowing he would end up winning.

he went underneath the bed to pull out a vibrating wand, turning it on and coming back onto the soft mattress. he took it, lightly pressing it to your sensitive clit, taking it off every few seconds to tease you. you moaned as he pressed it hard onto you, sticking his dick back at your entrance once again. slowly pushing in, the feeling was so much for you to handle. the amazing vibrations mixed with him stretching out your wet pussy. you couldn’t even close your mouth anymore from the sheer pleasure he was delivering to you. every push made you more close even though he barely started.

“i can tell you want to come baby, come on, i’ve got you” after he finished speaking he took his finger up to your mouth and let your mouth take in his thumb as his other fingers gripped your jaw. you sucked them for dear life as you started reaching your high, feeling like you need to scream. you spilled out once again all over his cock and he kept going and going.

“hwanwoong please…” you begged, but he was having none of it.

“once more for me okay? you’re doing so well, you can do it, i’m so proud of you.” he said in between his hard thrusts. he took the vibrator of your clit and replaced it with his pretty fingers, lightly rubbing you. he suddenly removed his hand from your lower body and grabbed for your throat again. his fingers pressed deep into your soft skin, you could barely even breathe but it made you feel alive. you looked into his eyes and down his magnificent body, turning you on even more which you thought was impossible. his thrusts felt so good in your throbbing pussy you could barely take it anymore. he leaned forward biting your lower lip and you screamed out. you felt his hot cum spilling inside of you as you felt your body shake, finishing for him and spilling down your body.

he gave you one final kiss then started to clean you up, taking care of your precious body before letting you rest.

ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ sᴍᴜᴛs 2.0 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/QzkXYKBgzI Another collection of my shitty Kpop mommy/ femdom smuts because shitpad hates me and deleted my other book :')

ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ sᴍᴜᴛs 2.0 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/qFhr5wahzI Another collection of my shitty Kpop mommy/ femdom smuts because shitpad hates me and deleted my other book :')

I want you; Jungkook

writer: moonlightchildz

date: 10/06/19

summary: since the moment you laid eyes on him, you knew that Jeon Jungkook was going to be the one to take away your virginity.

pairings: jungkook x reader

warnings: SMUT (there’s so much jungkook content), drug usage (weed), alcohol substance, etc.

Word count: 13k

“If you keep staring at him, you’re gonna end up drooling at this point.”

You tentatively raised your index and middle finger up to your lips out of reflex, and as your friend snickered to herself you flipped her off. There was no secret that the guy who had been recently added into your little group of friends had definitely caught your eye. From the moment he was introduced, you were hooked, lined, and had definitely sunk. 

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you're kinda perfect | seonghwa x reader

pairing: seonghwa x f!reader

genre: smut with plot

wc: 7.2k + 1.1k completely self serving epilogue 

synopsis: your best friend seonghwa is the one who finds you mid fight with your boyfriend after you found him cheating. the only place you can think to go after is his house.

warnings/content: adult dialogue, drinking, intoxicated then sober reader, violence (grabbing the reader, hitting not directed at the reader), best friends to lovers, sexual content: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), use of baby girl and baby as pet names, unprotected sex (wrap it up ppl), creampie, very very soft dom Seonghwa let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: repost from my old blog I deleted <3 that one is gone so feel free to interact with this post too!

“You absolute piece of shit.” The words coming out of your mouth were a hate filled whisper as you beheld the scene in front of you. Standing in the too brightly lit for your intoxicated eyes room was your boyfriend- soon to be ex- with his cock halfway down some girl’s throat.

“Babe- fuck- shit, it’s not what it looks like!” Your boyfriend yelled after you as he shoved the confused girl off him and frantically tried to zip up while you stormed away.

Tears burned your eyes that you’d normally try to hold in, but due to your current level of intoxication they flowed freely down your cheeks. You wiped them away roughly while continuing down the hall to the stairs that led to the main level of the house.

You’d been planning this party for weeks after you and your friends realized the schedules finally matched up perfectly and you all had the night off. Still, you had to practically beg Hongjoong to abandon his studio for one evening, but he agreed with the persuasion from you and the other members. You had no idea who invited the random people that were now flowing through your boyfriend’s house, one currently on the floor of his bathroom very confused, but you thought it was a fun turn of events until exactly now.

Now you were hesitating at the top of the stairs as you couldn’t get the tears to stop rolling down your face for long enough to walk through the party, and all of your friends, that waited below.  

“Y/n can you just let me explain, please.” A hand was on your arm in an instant and you were being yanked to face your boyfriend, face still flushed, and belt undone from what you walked in on.

“There’s nothing to explain.” You said harshly while trying your best to hide your very visible tears. This wasn’t exactly the first time he had made you cry, not even the first time this week. However, the usual tears of sadness or frustration were now mixed with anger that was on a steady incline.

All your friends hated your boyfriend, but you constantly told them that they never saw the real him. He could be loving and sincere and passionate, but he also had a horrible temper, always had to be right, and was so secretive despite the entire year you had been together. Well, you supposed now you knew why, and it was the I told you so’s waiting at the bottom of those stairs that had you hesitating in the first place.

“Would you just listen to me- “His voice began to raise as you continued to stare at the ground, “Fucking look at me y/n!” Suddenly, his free hand grabbed your jaw forcing your face up to make eye contact with him.

You immediately flinched away at the painful touch, but his grip on your arm and face was enough that you couldn’t immediately break free. He was definitely drunk.

“Now, you’re going to fucking listen to me.” He said through clenched teeth, and you could smell the alcohol on his breath this close to your face. “You don’t understand she- “

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” You jumped slightly at the sudden voice from behind you, having not heard who it was come up the stairs at all. Each word was enunciated clearly and although you’d never heard such pure hatred from him, you immediately recognized who it was and felt your face turn deep red.

The sudden interruption startled your boyfriend enough for him to drop your face from his grasp, and your guess was confirmed when you made eye contact with your close friend Seonghwa standing at the top of the stairs. At least you thought it was him, his face was nearly unrecognizable with the pure unfiltered rage painted across it.

“Seonghwa- “You started about to tell him you were okay and could handle it. For some reason you were more concerned with him seeing you like this than the situation at hand. He was your friend, and he’d seen you more than once after a bad fight with your ex, but he’d never witnessed one. Never knew that the fights you described as ‘not that big of a deal’ were parallels to this. You could still feel your cheeks burning as you tried to form some kind of sentence that would get him to let you deal with this alone.

“Or what?” Your boyfriend interrupted before you could get your words out, “Why don’t you mind your own fucking- “

You weren’t entirely sure how he moved so close without you realizing, but suddenly the pressure on your arm was gone and you heard a thud as your boyfriend’s head hit the wall and then another as his body hit the floor. Seonghwa’s touch was feather light as he placed an arm on your shoulder and ushered you down the stairs quickly while your boyfriend continued to shout after you.

“Fuck!” He screamed, “I think you broke my fucking nose!” You could hardly hear his final words as you were whisked away, Seonghwa still just barely touching you enough to keep you grounded as he guided you straight through the bodies on the main level and out the front door.

“Wait, was that Seonghwa and y/n?” You heard from a familiar voice as you two rushed by, but you were already on front steps of the house when you tried too glace over at who it was. Seonghwa stopped then and gently pushed a piece of solid plastic into your hand.

“My car is right across the street; give me a minute and I’ll be back to take you wherever you need to go- or you can just take it if you don’t feel comfortable with that.” Your mind was still trying to catch up to your feet as you blinked up at Seonghwa trying to register his words. “Sorry I couldn’t warm it up for you.” You felt a heaviness across your shoulders as he took off his jacket and placed it across them before turning and going back inside, shutting the door behind him.

Your body began to move on autopilot as you registered the sharp chill in the winter air, and you walked yourself to his car. On instinct you got in the passenger’s side and only once you put the key in the ignition and the heat kicked on did you finally registered everything that just happened.

Your boyfriend cheated on you, you had walked in on it, and now you were sitting in the car of the man- your friend- who just broke his nose and offered you to take his car if you needed to without a second thought.

Surprisingly, the tears had already dried up and been replaced with anger and some sort of humiliation. You let out a loud breath and buried your head in your hands trying to gather your thoughts.  

If you were being honest with yourself, you always suspected your boyfriend was not entirely faithful. When you confronted him in the past it had ended with you somehow being the one to apologize in tears. Back then he had yelled at you, asking how you could say you loved him but not trust him. It was the blind trust you gave him after that which landed you in this exact situation. Yeah, you were angry, so fucking angry, but also you were embarrassed that you never saw through that manipulation.

You were about two seconds from going back through that door to break another bone in his body, but when you looked out the window you saw Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Yunho having a conversation outside and gesturing to the car you currently waited in. You ducked down on instinct before realizing it was 1. completely dark outside, and 2. the tint on these windows wouldn’t let them see in anyways.

Fuuuck. Everyone must know what happened now. This was just perfect. You buried your head in your hands for the second time and sighed deeply, still trying to fight the dizziness from the drinks on top of all this.

A light knock on the car window peaked your attention and you looked up to see Seonghwa standing there before rolling it down a bit for him.

“Okay if I join you in there?” He asked cautiously, his breath visible in the winter air. It was funny that he was asking permission to be let into his own car, but you just nodded in response, rolling up the window and unlocking the doors as he jogged around to the driver’s side and got in.

The cold air blew in just for a moment before Seonghwa closed the door and rubbed his hands together to warm them. It was just then that you remembered the jacket draped across your shoulders, the faint smell of vanilla and bourbon surrounding you. The air hung heavy as you weren’t sure what to say, what the hell is a person supposed to say in a situation like this? Thank you?

“So,” Seonghwa spoke softly breaking the silence before you attempted to, “Where to?”

Well, wasn’t that the million-dollar question. Your first instinct was home, but it only took a second for you to veto that decision thinking about your boyfriend’s stuff thrown about everywhere from the previous night he stayed over. That really only left one option this late into the night.

“Um, can you just take me to your place?” You asked meeting his gaze for the first time. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and his hair swept every which way probably from the wind, the party, and whatever else happened for the five minutes he left you alone.

His gaze softened the minute you met his eyes and finished your question before he replied, “Of course.”

The car was nearly silent aside from the faint music playing on the radio as he drove you through the city streets the short distance to his house. All of their house. You’d been their countless times before, and maybe it should’ve been the first red flag that your boyfriend never really cared how much time you spent at the household of eight other men, but everything was making more sense in hindsight.

You silently hoped the other members took their time before coming back home as you stared out the window. There’s no doubt they would all do their best to raise your spirits, but you might actually hurt Wooyoung if he said anything that even sounded like the words, “I told you so.”

Besides, out of the eight of them it was close, but Seonghwa was definitely who you were the best friends with. You spoke to him almost daily, and it was usually him who was the first to invite you over or along with the other guys on a night out. The few times you had stayed the night it was also Seonghwa’s bed who you opted to sleep in, not only because it was the cleanest and because he always offered to sleep on the couch, but because you were just simply the most comfortable with him.

The short drive came to an end in front of the house and Seonghwa quickly turned the car off to go around and open your door for you. It almost made you laugh as you glanced at his already bruising knuckles that he still made sure you didn’t open your own door.

You followed him up the familiar steps to the door and were greeted with darkness and silence when you stepped into the entry way. The faintest smile place on your lips as you acknowledged he must’ve been the last one out of the house for all the lights and electronics to be turned off.

The space by the front door was tight as he shut the door behind the two of you quickly to not let too much of the cold in. Silence hung in the air for a second as neither of you moved or spoke, not too sure what the most appropriate response to the past half hour would be.

The sadness had gone while you were still in the car, and now being removed from the situation in the gentle calm of their dark house, the anger was fading with it. The lingering feeling of hurt was what made you take the half step forward and close the distance between the two of you.

After just a moment’s hesitation, Seonghwa’s arms followed what your own did and wrapped around you tightly, pulling you in to his chest. A soft hum escaped your lips at the warmth and the smell of him. He was the definition of comfort, even after the violence you witnessed, there wasn’t anywhere you’d feel safer at this level of vulnerability.

“What do you think you need right now y/n?” His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, “Anything at all and I’ll do it.”

Anything. He was willing to do anything for you right now.

“Honestly?” You started, breaking the hug slightly and looking up at him, “I think I just really want a shower.” And you did. You needed to remove any physical trace of this night from you and be done with it.

“Of course,” He smiled softly at you, “Just a sec.” With that he fully let go and walked down the hall to the door you knew was his. It was just moments before you heard the water running presumably heating up for you.

You followed the sound and light down the hall and stood in the doorway as Seonghwa laid down a small pile of clothes and towels for you on his bed. He looked up, seeming slightly flustered and said, “Sorry, I grabbed some clothes you might want to change in to… If you want, I can take any of the members clothes too, if those would be more comfortable?”

You offered him a slightly sleepy smile as the exhaustion from the evening wore down on you coupled with the humidity from the heating shower. “Yours are great Hwa, thank you.”

He smiled slightly and looked down before responding, “I’ll let you get to it then, just call for me if you need anything.”

A warm kind of sleepiness waved over you as you climbed into the hot shower, stinging slightly before your skin adjusted. You let the water wash over you for you don’t know how long before you explored the fancy soaps Seonghwa seemed to have a lot of and washed the evening off your body.

You frowned, noticing the slight bruise forming on your arm. Aggression wasn’t exactly a surprise from your ex-partner, but he’d never left a mark before. Your heart clenched slightly, a mix of emotions you didn’t fully understand flooding through you before you let out a long breath and physically shook the thoughts out of your head. It was definitely a bad idea to table these feelings for a later date, but you were allowed a few bad ideas after everything tonight.

You felt the water slowly beginning to go cold, bringing you out of your thoughts as you moved to turn the water off and step on to the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

Oh fuck, you realized. You had left the towel and clothes Seonghwa laid out for you in his room. It wasn’t exactly a long distance between his bed and the door to the bathroom, but you weren’t sure if he had left the room after you had.

“Hey, Seonghwa?” You asked raising your voice slightly.

“Yeah?” He answered back voice also slightly raised, but definitely still in the room. Thank God I didn’t just try to get it myself.

“Could you, uh, hand me the towel and clothes? I forgot to bring them in with me.” You responded.

There was silence for a moment before he said back, “Of course. Um do you just want me to set them outside the door and leave?”

“That’s okay,” you said opening the door just a bit to be able to grab them from him without him seeing your whole body. Puddles were beginning to form on the floor as he slowly complied and took a step toward the door, avoiding eye contact as he handed you the clothes.

“Thanks Hwa.” You said as you grabbed them from him and gently closed the door. He seemed to have given you oversized clothes on purpose for comfort, and as you put the shirt on you realized it could practically be a nightgown and opted just for that in the warmth of the house.

Steam escaped from the bathroom as you opened the door to find Seonghwa’s room now empty. The door was still open to the hall however, and you dried your hair as you walked down it. In the kitchen you found Seonghwa making tea in the dim light, him looking up as soon as you entered the threshold.

You followed his eyes as they made their way up your body, noting the choice in outfit before settling upon your own. “Oh, uh, I figured you’d be pretty tired, so I was just making some tea.” He said realizing the moment of silence and gesturing to the cup in his hand. The was a heartbeat more of silence before he started again, “This is definitely a stupid question, but are you okay?” His eyes met yours, brows slightly knit together in concern.

“Honestly?” You spoke softly, “Right now I feel more embarrassed than anything.”

His mouth moved as he searched for the words to tell you there was no reason to feel that way, but you cut him off before he could form a full sentence, “I know. I know I shouldn’t be. Just- the more I think about it, the more stupid I feel for never fully realizing it. Yeah, it still hurt, and if I keep thinking about it I get stupidly angry, but I’m not upset- not sad. Just embarrassed.”

Seonghwa just stared at you for a moment as you fought the urge to look away from him. The concern still showed across his face along with a slight sadness. He set down the tea he’d been unconsciously holding this whole time and took the few steps to cross the kitchen to you. Although you had initiated the hug before, his arms were still slightly hesitant as they wrapped around you, pulling you in tight. You immediately leaned into the embrace, his hands rubbing soothing circles in your back.

“If you feel embarrassed then I should too” He spoke softly stroking a hand down your drying hair. You went to look up at him in confusion, but he pulled you in tighter as he continued, “You’re my best friend and it’s my job to protect you. No one thought he was capable of this, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize he was before he hurt you.” The last of his words were nearly a whisper, but they hit you hard.

If you had any tears left to cry you were sure they’d be pricking at your eyes right now. You didn’t know if you’d ever felt this kind of love from a person before in your entire life.

“Ya know,” You spoke quietly into his chest, “You’re kinda perfect Hwa.”

It wasn’t a lie. Sure, all of your other friends would be there for you if you asked right now, and they could probably cheer you up within the night, but no one could be there like Seonghwa was.

You gave him a final squeeze before pulling away from the hug, your arms still on his but now able to see his whole face. His cheeks had turned a slight shade of pink as he looked down at you, eyes shifting between your own and somewhere lower on your face.

“You should lay down,” He said suddenly taking in a breath and pulling away from you to the abandoned tea on the counter, “I’ll clean up real quick and come say goodnight.”

You nodded slowly, already feeling chilly from the absence of his heat, before turning to walk down the hall again to his room. You were sure the alcohol was all but out of your system at this point, but the interaction still somehow left you feeling light headed. Laying down was definitely the best idea, even if you were now the most awake you had been all night.

Once you reached the room you immediately climbed into bed, the room lit only by the lamp on his bedside. You sunk into the soft warm mattress and your heartrate immediately slowed as the tension in your body eased. Cuddling in to the blankets, you took in a deep breath and were welcomed by that familiar scent. Vanilla and bourbon. Seonghwa.

As if your thoughts summoned him, the sound of your friend setting the cup of tea on the bedside table made you open your eyes.

“Try to drink it before you fall asleep,” He smiled softly down at you, “Don’t want a hangover on top of all this."

You breathed out a small laugh and you nodded, taking a sip of the warm sweet liquid before setting it back down and laying back again. The soft smile hadn’t left his face as he watched you. His eyes were on your face, but you could tell he was zoning out slightly from the glaze over them you often saw when he was deep in thought.

“Would you…” You spoke up softly, “Will you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

You felt a sudden flutter in your chest as you waited for his reply. The words had left your mouth before you had thought them entirely through, and you were growing anxious of his answer with every heartbeat of silence.

Before you could laugh and play it off like you were just joking, he made soft eye contact with you and simply nodded. You watched him reach for the lamp before turning the light off and going around the bed to lay gently beside you. As you felt the mattress sink down you turned to face him in the darkness. For some reason, the flutter had turned in to a now pounding in your chest.

Despite agreeing to your request, you could still sense his hesitation as he was barely brushing against you. Slowly, you moved closer to him, giving him the opportunity to speak up if this wasn’t comfortable. But no such protests came as you laid your head on his chest and slid your arm around his waist, not being able to completely ignore the warm hardness you felt underneath.

He let out a soft hum while wrapping his arms around you as well, his hand finding its way to your hair before he began stroking it softly.

How could a single person be so soothing? You couldn’t help it when a sigh of pure comfort escaped your lips against him. The scent of him was so pleasant it was making you dizzy. Had he always smelled this good? Had he always felt this good? You moved slightly to cuddle into him deeper and could suddenly feel his heart raging in his chest under your touch.

You took in a sharp breath as a chill went through your body. It was just a heartbeat later that you realized what else you could feel in this new position. Your leg had wrapped around his lower half, and amongst the softness of his sweatpants and blankets you could feel something hard pressing against your thigh.

Maybe it was to distract yourself from this horrible day, or maybe it was to give in to something you were slowly realizing you’d been ignoring for a while, but you held your breath as you let your hips roll slightly against his, the throbbing in your core becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

Seonghwa let out a hardly even audible moan that he had clearly tried to hold in. The result was something that came out almost as a whimper. You let out the breath you had been holding at that sound and couldn’t help but roll of your hips slowly against him again.

This was definitely a horrible idea. You had experienced so many emotions in the past few hours that you weren’t thinking straight, that had to be it. This was your best friend, and you could ruin yet another relationship tonight if you go through with this.

It was the slight breathy moan and jerk of his hips he let out in response to your actions that changed your mind in an instant. This was Seonghwa. Yes, he was your best friend. He was there for you through your entire shitty relationship, always taking your side, always cheering you up, always happy for you and never overstepping his boundaries. Did it make you so horrible, after everything that had happened tonight, to wish that he would’ve overstepped by now? That he would’ve given in to stares you had caught him in without him noticing time and time again? That he would’ve stayed those nights before when he left you to sleep in his bed alone?

Before you could fully decide an answer to that question, you let your hand toy with the hem of his shirt, shaking slightly as you slid it underneath and up his toned abdomen. Your touch was feather light and he shuddered just slightly at the movement. His shirt had ridden up around his waist as you made your way to his chest and felt that intense pounding under his soft flesh.

The room was silent aside from his deep breathing as you moved your head to look up at him. Only the slightest bit of light pouring in from the night streets lit the room and it took your eyes a moment to adjust before seeing the full picture of Seonghwa before you. His round eyes stared intensely at you, lips slightly parted with heavy breaths escaping them, and a flush across his cheeks as you thought you’d never seen someone so beautiful in your entire life.

That was the last thought to cross your mind before you let your body take over and finally moved to meet the lips you always found yourself unconsciously staring at during any odd conversation.

There was a half second of hesitation on your end as your eyes shifted between his and his mouth. It was him that closed the final distance between you two, a hand now on your face as he pulled you in to a deep and soft kiss. The dizziness from before immediately returned as you allowed yourself to melt completely into him. His lips were just as soft as they looked.

He moved carefully, his body now pressed against yours, legs intertwined. It was his hips this time that he rolled slowly against your own. A soft whimper escaped your lips as the movement, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

You tried to continue desperately, but he backed away just slightly enough to make you open your eyes in confusion. Looking up at him anxiously, his eyes filled with intensity and desire scanned your whole face before he spoke “Are you sure y/n? We don’t have to do this.”

You heart clenched at his words. You’d done too good of a job at suppressing the feelings you now allowed to rise to the surface. “I’m sure, Hwa.” You leaned in to give him another soft kiss, “I think I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

His eyebrows knit together slightly at your words as he bit his lip. It was a look of pure want. Pure desperation and desire. In a second his lips were crashing back on yours with a new intensity you matched quickly.

His tongue was swiping across your bottom lip asking for entry as he moved his hands down your body and rolled you on to his lap, you now straddling him on the bed. Your lips parted slightly as a moan escaped them, now fully feeling his hard length pressed against your already aching core. He took this as permission and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth as you did the same, now steadily grinding your hips down on his.

He groaned into the kiss as you feverishly began moving away, kissing his cheek, down his jaw line and to throat. His hands immediately shot to your hips as he was now grinding up into you while letting out restrained breathy moans.

“Oh my god y/n…” He breathed out closing his eyes tightly as you sucked on him just slightly, “You have no idea how long…ah!” he sucked in a sharp breath as you bit down where you’d been sucking, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

You felt yourself clench around nothing at his words and suddenly the friction from this was not enough. You were going to go absolutely crazy if you didn’t feel him inside you.

“Yeah?” You purred slightly against his neck and raised your lip to his ear, “How long Hwa?” You whispered almost begging the answer out of him and looking over to make eye contact.

Your hair hung down between the two of you, and his hands moved from their position on your hips to brush it back so he could look you in the eyes as he responded, “Since the first day I saw you.” His tone had turned soft, “Before I knew about him, before I really knew you, I saw you and thought that is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. It was an unfortunate development that you were just as beautiful on the inside.” He smiled finishing his sentence.

A rush of pure bliss ran through you as the words left his lips and sunk in. You knew he wanted you, could see the pleading in his eyes and tension in his touch, but those words were the final nail in the coffin. You leaned in and let your lips lay on his, hoping he could feel the passion and love behind them before whimpering against them, “Please, please make love to me Seonghwa.”

Something broke in him at the words he’d only dreamt of pouring from your lips as a deep sound escaped his throat. It took every ounce of self-control he had to not flip you over and take you right then. Instead, he gently guided you off him and climbed on top before brushing your hair from your face, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, and replying, “I will baby girl. After this.”

With that, he moved himself down your body slowly, dragging his hands along every contour and curve before he settled with his head between your thighs, those big round eyes shifting slightly darker, hungry. You moved your hand down and let it rest on the side of his face, him moving to meet your touch and kissing your palm softly.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful Hwa.” You let out in a breath, the desperation in your voice extremely evident. He moved his arms under the hem of your shirt, his shirt, and squeezed softly, exploring your soft and warm flesh. His face moved from your touch on to one of your bare thighs, just inches away from the core you now felt was absolutely soaked.

“I’m never letting you take this shirt off ever again.” He breathed out in between open mouth kisses up your thighs, keeping his eyes on you. His hands kneaded softly into your hips as he found the hem of your underwear and slipped them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. His face was now at eye level with your needy cunt, and it took everything in you not to buck your hips as his hot breath.

“Plea-“ Before you could even finish the word Seonghwa was licking a fat stripe up your folds, then settling his tongue on your clit and sucking gently. A gasp escaped you at the sudden stimulation and your hand shot to his hair, pulling him in deeper into you.

A groan from him vibrated your aching clit, and the room was soon filled with your nonstop noises of pleasure. His tongue moved in just the right ways as he sucked and flicked it against your bud. You and the other members always teased him for the way he used his tongue on stage, but as it turns out it wasn’t all just for show.

“Fuck- Hwa.” You groaned out receiving a hum of pleasure from his against your core from hearing the sound of his name on your lips.

Suddenly, one of the arms he had wrapped around your thighs released its grip before you felt one of his long fingers curling inside you in rhythm with the way you were now grinding against his face. You cried out, whimpers mixing with panting breaths.

It was barely a minute before he was adding a second inside you, curling them up with every thrust to hit your most sensitive spot every single time. Your head had been thrown back in pleasure this whole time, but you now looked down to see he hadn’t taken his eyes off you for a moment. Studying your face through narrowed eyes making sure these were all cries of pleasure and not pain.

Your cheeks burned slightly at the vulnerability of the moment, but more than anything his lust filled gaze caused that familiar tightness to build up in your core.

“Hwa-“ You breathed out continuing to grind down on his fingers, “I’m gonna-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as a gasp escaped your lips with the entering of a third finger now inside you.

Despite your grip on his hair, Seonghwa raised his head, lips swollen and red, his face glistening in your wetness, “I know baby,” He panted slightly as he caught his breath, “Cum on my fingers, cum on my face, just like that.” His lips returned to your sensitive nub just as you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, clenching hard on his still pumping fingers, hips rising off the bed as you rode out your orgasm against him.

Seonghwa mirrored your pace, and it wasn’t until you were still and panting that he removed his fingers and used his tongue to gently taste your orgasm, careful not to overstimulate you.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby.” He said, head rising from legs to give you a gentle kiss on the lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

You were still panting slightly as your hand tangled in his hair again, pulling him deeply in to a kiss he only meant to be sweet. You’d never felt this type of insatiability with anyone before. It’s like you were intoxicated all over again just by him. Even though you were still throbbing from your first orgasm, you were already reaching down to feel him through his sweatpants, him moaning into the kiss sharply at the sensation.

Your hand moved roughly against him, his hips meeting your touch to create more pressure as he let out soft moans still into your mouth. “Y/n-“ he panted out, “It’s okay, I don’t need-“ His words were cut short by his own moaning as your hand moved up and then down again to slide past the waistband of his pants and boxers, fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock.

You immediately began stroking up and down quickly, the sounds he made motivating you even more as his head fell against your chest and he gave in to your touch completely. Normally, you’d be taking your time right now, teasing and stroking and kissing him. But it was almost as if having one orgasm made your need for him worse, the need to feel what this thing could do when his hands had already accomplished better than you’d ever had.

You pulled his cock fully out of his pants, and he helped you slide them down while you tugged his shirt off, the blanket falling off you two as well. Seonghwa’s shirt still remained on your body, but he was now hovering over you completely naked, your hand still pumping his cock as you looked down to see the length you’d been stroking.

Holy fuck. You nearly let out a moan as you took in the sheer size of him. Seonghwa’s dick was absolutely huge. Huge to the point that you were now wondering how it was going to fit inside of you, and you were audibly whimpering at the thought.

“What is it baby girl? What do you want?” He asked softly caressing your face as you stroked him desperately, eyebrows knit together in a silent plea. It was insane that he was the one being touched, not you, and yet your composure was worse than his. Still, he was letting out soft moans and curses each time you tightened your grip on him.

“Please Hwa-“ You panted, “I need you inside of me.” The words came out as a whimper again and you saw Seonghwa’s eyes half roll back at your words. He took in a deep breath trying to stay calm as he moved your hand from his cock and moved maybe a little too eagerly to position himself in line with your orgasm soaked core.

Slowly, you felt him against your wetness, rubbing up and down twice before pushing inside you inch by inch. The moans you both let out were practically pornographic as his cock bottomed out inside you and you tried to adjust to his huge member. You could see the slight pain in his face as he held himself back from moving before you were ready.

There was a slight darkness behind his eyes from the moment he had kissed you for the first time, and you fully realized it was a conscious effort for him to be gentle with you right now. The thought, along with the adjustment time you’d already taken, led to you moving your hips slightly in to his, letting him know you were ready.

His eyes were watching every inch of your face as he pulled out slowly before rolling his hips back in at the same pace, falling in to a slow and steady rhythm. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure racking through your body as he continued to fill every inch of you, and your hands squeezed his strong arms as he steadily quickened his pace.

“Good baby,” He purred to you, “You feel so good. You’re taking me so well baby girl.”

You wanted to say words, wanted to let him know that you could stay right here in this moment for the rest of your life if given the choice, but his words and gaze mixed with his dick hitting your sweet spot with every thrust had you letting out a slew of curse words before repeating his name over and over again not able to form a full thought.

“Shhh, I know baby, I know.” He said caressing the side of your face while speeding up his pace again, now thrusting into you deep and hard causing your moans to go almost silent. You’d always heard of people being fucked out, but this is the first time you’d ever experienced something close to it yourself. All you knew right now was Seonghwa’s cock pounding deep inside of you, shaping your cunt to him, you weren’t sure if you could even recall your own name if he asked.

Wetness pricked at your eyes from sheer pleasure now and you couldn’t hold back as you moaned out, “Fuuuuck.” That tightness was beginning to build in your core again as words continued to pour from your mouth, “Please- cum inside me Hwa, please.” Your words were broken up by breaths and whimpers and moans, but you needed him right now. You needed him to make you his.

A near growl escaped his lips and almost sent you tumbling over the edge as he was now pounding into you fast and hard. He was panting, face flushed, and eyebrows knit together as he reached his hand down and rubbed fast circles in your clit, causing you to arch your back and cry out in response. “Cum with me baby girl.” He whispered in your ear.

“Fuck- Seonghwa!“ You cried out his name as you gave in and let your orgasm began to shatter through you. You grip on him tightened as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you and you let yourself breath out “I love you.”

That was the final thing to take him right over the edge with you. His lips crashed against yours as you both let out stifled moans, riding out your orgasms fully against each other. The hot ropes of cum that painted your walls were slowly leaking out of you as your thrusts against each other began to slow. It was only when you both fully stopped, exhaustion finally coming back over you, that he broke the kiss and panted, head resting on your chest with your hand in his hair.

There was a minute without words as you both caught your breath, but when the room began to fall silent, he spoke up first. His head rose from its spot and his dark eyes shined at you as he smiled lazily and said, “I’ve loved you for a very long-time y/n.”

You felt your cheeks heat despite everything that had just happened this was the think to make you the most shy. The smile that spread across your lips was wide as you stroked the side of his face gently and responded, “Thanks for waiting for me Hwa.”

“Sorry I didn’t make you fall for me sooner.” He responded, smiling at the words and slight amusement shining in his eyes. You let out a laugh and gently shoved him for the cheesy line.

“Shit, fuck- ow! Why is it so goddamn dark in here?”

“Would you shut the fuck up? She’s probably sleeping!”

The familiar voices of Mingi and Wooyoung drifted down the hall from the front room as both you and Seonghwa jumped slightly before letting out a soft laugh.

“We should definitely get you cleaned up before one of them busts down that door to come check on you.” Seonghwa said sitting up and pulling his sweatpants back on, smile still plastered across his face.

“Or you could lock the door and we could go for round two.” You spoke out half teasing, you weren’t sure if your body could even handle that right now.

“Oh, I’m going to have my hands full with you huh?” Seonghwa half whispered leaning down so his face was just inches from yours.

You leaned in and kissed him deeply before moving yourself to get off the bed and make your way to the bathroom, “Oh please,” You smiled, “Don’t act like you already didn’t before.”

 Tiny completely self-serving epilogue because I want to write more of the other members:

 Seonghwa couldn’t keep the stupid smile off his face as he watched you saunter in to the bathroom and shut the door behind you. He had to restrain himself from following you through it and taking you again in the shower, and instead threw his shirt back on and drank the rest of the now cold tea, trying anything to clear his mind before greeting the men he knew were anxiously waiting in the other room.

This was nowhere near how he thought his night would go. In fact, he almost bailed on the party earlier in the night not wanting to see your douchebag of an ex drunk with his hands all over you. Despite everything that just occurred, he still felt a wave of hot rage come over him remembering the earlier events of the evening. It was Jongho, if he remembered correctly, that had to hold him back from breaking more bones in your ex’s body when he reentered that house alone.

Seonghwa stood up and shook the thoughts out of his head, grounding himself back in the current moment as he heard the faucet in the bathroom and you brushing your teeth with the toothbrush you kept over at his place. The smile crept back up on his face at that and he moved to leave the room and walk down the hall to where the member waited.

Just about every light was on in the house now, and he could tell the seven other men were trying, and failing, at their best efforts to keep quiet. He now stood in the doorway, all seven of them sprawled out on the couches, some appearing much more sober than others.

As soon as they noticed Seonghwa they quieted down and San spoke up first, “How is she?” he asked, an already half asleep Wooyoung resting his head in his lap.

“She’s-“ He began to speak but was immediately cut off.

“Holy shit.” Mingi half chuckled out likely noticing Seonghwa’s still flushed face and sweaty hair. He seemed to be one of the more intoxicated members. “Did you guys’ fuck?” He asked in a loud whisper, tone showing absolute disbelief. 

“Would you keep it the fuck down?” Yunho half yelled half whispered to Mingi before realizing what he had said, studying Seonghwa for a moment, and adding, “Wait... did you?”

Pure shock shown on all of the men’s faces and even Wooyoung perked up at the question. Seonghwa couldn’t help it as he felt his ears begin to burn a deep red and forced out with a smile on his lips, “It’s none of your guy’s business.”

His response received a scoff from a few of the members still in disbelief. The last thing they had seen was Seonghwa dragging you through the party before coming back, having to be pulled back from literally murdering your ex, and then explaining the situation to the members before leaving. He’d asked them to stay out for a while so you weren’t overwhelmed with all of them at once and they happily agreed to giving you whatever space you might need. This was the last thing any of them expected to come home to.

“Holy shit Seonghwa.” Hongjoong laughed out, shaking his head in disbelief. Seonghwa’s cheeks were now matching the shade of his ears.

“I mean it was about time.” Wooyoung slightly slurred out earning his a slight slap from San, “What?! We were all thinking it!” He finished looking around the room.

“Y/n and Seonghwaaaaa! How cuuute!” Okay, so it was definitely Yeosang who was the drunkest tonight.

“Keep it down! She definitely doesn’t want us talking about her like this.” Jongho said shoving Yeosang who simply gave in to the push and fell to lay down on the couch, slightly giggling.

The sound of his door opening down the hall stopped any of them from speaking any more as you made your way softly down the hall until you were standing next to Seonghwa.

You’d gotten completely ready for bed now, still wearing his shirt but also throwing on a pair of his boxers before coming to greet the other members. They’d all seen you at varying degrees of clothed before, but it felt different now. You didn’t want them to be allowed to see you the way Seonghwa was allowed to, and as you came in to the room he noted your extra choice of clothing. Something within him went absolutely crazy at that detail realizing your exact thoughts.

You’d decided before you even left the room that you didn’t care if the members knew. You knew Hwa would never betray your trust and outright tell them, but they were family and one look at his post fuck appearance and you knew they’d be calling him out. That was the exact reason you allowed yourself to snake your arms around Seonghwa from behind, pulling him in to a back hug before simply saying, “Hey guys.”

All the members stared back at you two in shock, Seonghwa’s hands instinctually reaching to hold yours on his abdomen despite his slightly shocked reaction as well.

“Heeeeey y/n.” Yeosang said to you in a sing songy voice causing you to chuckle slightly and come to the same realization Hwa did about his level of sobriety. Jongho shoved him down again and again he didn’t fight it.

You let out another laugh which seamed to ease some of the tension in the room as a few members let out one of their own.

“Sorry,” You spoke again, “I’d love to catch up but I’m about sixty seconds from falling asleep.” You explained to the men sitting in front of you, “So I’m just going to take Seonghwa and go to bed.” Before they could fully register your words you were tugging slightly at Seonghwa’s shirt, getting him to follow you back down the hall to the bedroom.

“Goodnight you twooo! Hey- OW!” This time it was Wooyoung’s voice and then yelp that followed you two down the hall.

“I’d apologize for their behavior, but you know them just as well as I do so I’m sure you saw that coming.” Seonghwa smiled down at you as he shut the door, muffling the now arguing voices of the members in the living room.

“Honestly it went smoother than I expected.” You laughed grabbing his hand and dragging him down in to the bed with you.

You immediately intertwined your bodies again, feeling completely at peace in his arms, the earlier events of the evening nearly wiped from your mind at this level of exhaustion and comfort.

Seonghwa pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and the last thing you heard before falling completely unconscious in his arms were the words, “I love you y/n. Goodnight.”

— candlelit nightmare | 00 (m.)

pairing; ot7/reader genre; stalker au, thriller/mystery, smut rating; mature words; 336

— synopsis; he works up the courage to send you a letter, detailing what he wants to do to you after watching you for weeks—and it won’t be the last letter you receive.

warnings/tags; stalking, obsession, intimidation, peeping tom, voyeurism, masturbation, insane invasion of privacy.

— chapters; 00 | 01 | 02 | 03

— notes; this fic is a portrayal of an extremely unhealthy, obsessive, and abusive relationship. i do not condone the actions in this story, and please be mindful of reading if these topics trigger you in any way. also, this is the prelude to the rest of the story!

Dear ____,

You looked so good today. I just wanted to hold you in my arms, where you belong. I almost couldn’t contain myself and did it, but I stopped just in time. Those cute outfits of yours drive me crazy, you know. You even look adorable when you’re home alone with sweats on.

I touched myself to the thought of you earlier. Picturing how you would moan while my fingers were buried inside you, how soft you would feel underneath me. The way your face would pinch when my cock is inside your cunt, pounding you until we both came. I’d eat that pussy of yours all day, just want my face buried in that sweet cunt. I’ve seen how your back arches and the way your toes dig into your sheets when your hand is down your panties. Oh, what I would give to have my fingers replace yours and have my tongue explore every inch of your body.

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When bored at work or school think about your bias’ mouth between your crotch. That hot tongue against sensitive skin. Moans into you driving you wild. Ah…

I managed to drop several items from my hands because I thought about this.

Mini Imagine 2

Imagine it’s late at night and you’re feeling a bit peckish. You had dinner already, but you want a little extra something to fill a hole before you head to bed. After rummaging through the sundry snacks in the kitchen, you settle on something simple.

You pass the living room and see your beloved sitting on the couch. Maybe they’re watching a movie or playing a video game, but your image in the doorway catches their attention.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” They ask. There’s no hint of teasing or condescension or annoyance in their tone, only a hint of surprise mixed with concern. Their sweet tone and kind eyes warm your heart, and you glance down at the food package in your hand.

“Want a snack?” You ask without missing a beat. You walk towards them and they scooch over on the couch to make room for you. You position the snack package between the two of you, and you enjoy your snack together while enjoying idle, mundane conversation.

After you’re both done munching, the remainder of your snack is set aside and you two continue to quietly cuddle together until it’s time for bed.

Three Words--Imagine #30

Anonymous said: I love these stories!! Live for it!! Could you make do one where they are in college dating and haven’t said the words yet. He isn’t sure about it so he’s super nervous throughout the day they spend together. So it’s midnight and he wants to say it to her when she’s asleep to see how it feels and she just happened to be awake. So when he says the 3 magical words, she turns around and says them back and it’s super cute and fluffy after that!!! Thank you so much

A/N: So, this happened like really easily and just flowed out of me. I haven’t had this easy of a time writing something in what feels like a very long time. I’ve felt really out of it lately with anything to do with the arts which normally I find comforting so it was really nice to be able to write something I didn’t feel I was forcing out. Identity crises really fuck me up lmao. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I know I did writing it! <3 Keep dreaming!~Logan

“C/n?”

“In the kitchen, babe!” My boyfriend called back as I toed off my shoes in the small entryway of the house he rented that wasn’t too far from the college we both went to with four other guys.

A couple nights ago, c/n had insisted we eat in, saying he’d make a real home cooked meal. I agreed but was puzzled by how he seemed to have a hard time asking me if I’d want to have dinner with him.

The house was tidy which was completely out of the ordinary considering four other guys who might as well still be fetuses considering how immature they were, trashing their property whether it was by having parties or by not lifting a finger to help my boyfriend try to maintain some sense of order.

My heart melted, knowing it must have taken him a lot of bribing to get the guys out of the house for the night and hours of cleaning to get this place looking so cozy.

And if my heart melted before it was a gooey puddle now, as I entered the kitchen which was also where they ate.

He’d cooked lasagna and salad with chicken and lots of veggie toppings. Candles were lit and glowing on the table and my very own other half was hurriedly removing his stained apron to reveal one of my favorite flannels I always complimented him on.

When he got the apron off he turned to me and outstretched his arms in front of the table. “Ta da!” He grinned, smile large but shy.

“You’re the sweetest human, oh my god,” I chuckled, hugging him.

His nose brushed my neck as he pulled back and I shivered at the tiny gesture.

“You haven’t tried the food yet, though,” he warned, cheeks flushed with the heat of the oven warming up the room.

“I’m sure whatever you make will be just as perfect as you, handsome,” I reassured, pecking him on the lips.

He quickly moved a chair out to have me sit down in it and then promptly dished me the salad like the real gentleman he was. There was an air about his movements and how he was acting though that made this seem like more than just a simple night in, more than a simple date.

His behavior carried on throughout the evening. The air was pregnant with words unsaid and although I desperately wished he’d just say what I was sure was on the tip of his tongue I knew it’d be rude to push him. Whatever it was he wanted to say, whatever he was feeling, must be good if he went through all the trouble to make me feel so special and at home in his shared house.

Not that he didn’t always try to make me feel at home and special, I always did when I was with him. But having a candle lit dinner and an empty house all to yourselves wasn’t just an ordinary everyday date for us and our lifestyles.

After we’d eaten and I’d complimented his culinary skills we went into the living room where we’d decided to play checkers.

“Let me crown you, my queen!” He exclaimed, putting another piece onto the one I’d moved over to his side of the board with a dramatic flourish.

“You’re very kind sir, and it’s a good thing too, because soon I shall rule the whole board,” I smirked.

“You’ve already achieved a much greater accomplishment,” c/n waved off my boasting.

“What’s that?”

“You’re already ruling over my heart, y/n,” c/n rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I threw one of the pieces that I’d taken from his side at his face. “Don’t sass your queen,” I giggled.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” c/n said, grabbing my hand and leaving a light kiss on it, making my skin erupt into goosebumps. 

I paused a little at the pet name. He’d never called me ‘love’ before and I was struggling to keep my blushing under check, realizing I quite liked the way it sounded coming from his lips. 

His eyes met mine as he kept our fingers intertwined, resting them across the coffee table. There was that apprehension from earlier, and his cheeks were flushed like before but I knew it couldn’t be from the oven this time since we weren’t even near it anymore. He seemed lost in thought, fingers twitching a bit between mine like he always did when he was nervous. 

“It’s your turn, baby,” I gently reminded him. 

He seemed to abruptly snap back to reality. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, ducking his head as he studied the board and where to move next. 

After I won the game, and c/n had stopped calling me ‘my queen’ and ‘what would my queen like next’ and ‘how shall I serve my queen’ in a ridiculous old English voice, he’d warmed up some tea for us and carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. 

Once I’d changed into my pyjamas, and he’d brought up the tea cups and changed into his, we sat and talked for a bit, sipping on our beverages, snuggled under the cover and basking in each other’s body heat. It didn’t escape me how he’d huff a bit every now and again and start a sentence with my name and a very serious tone only to change it to something completely comedic and random. I kept trying to coax whatever he wanted to say out of him by caressing him here and there. A brush over his cheekbone with my finger that was warmed by the hot mug I was holding, a soft kiss to his neck, a hand carding through his messy locks. But this only seemed to fluster him worse and it left me at a loss for why he was acting so odd. My eyelids started drooping more and more and my yawns became more frequent, but I was fighting hard to stay fully awake. 

“Let yourself sleep,” he murmured to me, removing my mug from my hand and placing it next to his on the nightstand. 

“Can’t, not yet,” I mumbled, though I let my eyes drift shut. 

I burrowed deeper under the covers and he slid down with me, arms wrapping around me to spoon me. 

“Why not, love?” he whispered, and I wondered if he knew what that name did to me even in my sleepy state. 

“You still need to tell me somethin’, don’t you?” I garbled into the pillow, getting high off the feeling of his body surrounding mine from behind, the way his breaths traveled over the skin of my neck, the constant gentle pressure of his nose tucked under my ear. 

He didn’t say anything and if I was more awake, I might’ve been able to know for certain if those words made him tense slightly, but I was half asleep and drunk off his love and warmth. 

For several minutes, I was in a weird state of bliss, floating over the line of real, deep sleep and consciousness and the only thing that could be heard over our soft breaths was the clock ticking quietly on the wall. 

And then the words came. Three of them to be exact.  Shaky and breathy and hushed, but strong and passionate and certain all the same. 

“I love you.” 

And suddenly I wasn’t floating, I was soaring, leaving the ground out of sight, flying over the clouds, his words giving me wings. 

The declaration hung in the air like smoke from a pipe in a stuffy room, and I knew he realized I’d heard, because my breathing had stopped it’s normal pattern and came out in a rush as I turned over after a couple minutes of holding it and letting his words sink in.

In the blue moonlight from his window, my eyes met his, wide, clear, beautiful and so vulnerable I could cry at the emotion displayed in them. 

We shared breaths for a moment before I let the words he’d just said to me tumble out of my mouth, knowing they were just as true for me as for him.

“I love you, too, c/n.”

Things That Go Bump In The Night--Imagine #14

Anonymous asked: Can you write an imagine where you’re scared of the dark and your crush guides you to the bathroom or something. ((; Its definitely not who you think it is requesting this, hehehe.

A/N: I’m sorry you waited so long for this, my baby. I hope it pleases you. <3

I woke up with a start. Oh shit. I needed to pee really bad. I moved my hand up to rub my eyes, when I felt something warm and solid next to me. The last few hours before I fell asleep rushed back. My boyfriend was sleeping over for the first time in the small apartment I lived in alone. I smiled in the dark at the soft little snores that fell from his mouth. His arm was still wrapped around me protectively and my stomach flipped at the realization that he had fallen asleep like that. He was lying on his stomach with his left arm resting on my stomach, since I had fallen asleep on my back. I wanted to savor this moment as long as possible. 

Still, the need to pee only increased the longer I lay there. Craning my neck to look at the silhouette of the door, I shuddered at having to walk the short distance from my warm bed to the bathroom. In the dark. I flopped my head back against the pillow, groaning quietly, paralyzed by fear of the dark. 

“Unf, babe,” I heard and felt c/n whisper into my ear, scooting closer to me and wrapping me closer to his side. The warm puffs of his breath tickled my neck. Why did he have to be so goddamn sexy the second he woke up?

“How did you know I was awake?” I whispered, not turning to look at him.

He nuzzled his nose along the back of my ear before moving his lips to my ear. “Guess my body is always hyper-aware of you, even in sleep,” he said quietly, his gravelly voice thick with sleep, making me squirm. 

I didn’t answer, partly too embarrassed to admit my fear of the dark, and partly too flustered by his voice and the way his lips and nose were caressing the outline of my ear. 

“Baby, what is it?” Fuck, how was it possible for him to make me so hot and agitated so easily. He moved his lips to the skin below my ear, leaving hot, wet, sloppy kisses down my neck.

“Oh, fuck. C/n, stop!” I whined, laughing breathily and pushing him away from me. 

“Mm,” he moved back against my resistance, too strong for my feeble attempts to keep his mouth off me. He kept talking and leaving kisses, while I struggled silently to keep both my bladder and sounds of enjoyment under control. 

“Mmm,” a kiss lower on my neck.

“I’m not,” a suck on my collar bone.

“Gonna stop,” a searing lick across the middle of my neck, as he rose partly over me on his elbows. 

I squirmed, my breathing hitching. 

“Until you tell me,” an open-mouthed kiss under my tilted up chin.

“What’s wrong,” he finally broke down my resistance as I moaned at the feel of him sucking my skin into his mouth and grazing his teeth against it. 

“I’m scared of the dark,” I said through a strangled breath, defeated. 

He finally stopped torturing me with that fucking mouth of his and rose to hover over my face. Even in the dark, I could see the concern in his eyes. As well as a glint of amusement. 

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” I warned, my voice hoarse. 

A breathy chuckle fell from his lips caressing my face. “That’s fucking adorable.”

I could feel my face heating up at his words. His thumbs caressed my cheeks, and I would’ve been actually grateful for the dark for hiding my blush but I knew he could feel it. 

Suddenly, he threw the covers off us both, moved his head down to my stomach, and left a kiss over my night shirt. 

“You are so cute, just how? How did I get so lucky to have such an adorable girl love me,” he looked up at me, shaking his head in disbelief. 

I felt his one arm under my back, and the other move under my legs. Before I could ask what he was doing I was lifted off the bed bridal style. I could feel the muscles of his biceps flex under me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He opened the bedroom door, crossing over to the bathroom. 

“Please never be shy to ask for my help. You’re my queen. I am your king. It’s only fitting I carry you to your throne,” he said, gently setting me on the cold bathroom floor. 

He turned on the light and I almost collapsed. His hair was a mess of h/c locks tangled in different knots, and yet still managed to make him look sexy as fuck. His eyes were staring down at me with what could only be described as admiration. His lips and eyes were puffy from sleep, and the goofy grin that was plastered on his face made me weak in the knees.

“The queen has a request,” I said, my eyes flitting from his eyes down to his lips repeatedly.

“Anything for my majesty,” he said, pinning me between his body and the bathroom counter, his breath already uneven. 

I smiled, satisfied I could have such an effect on him. I grabbed a fistful of the front of his night shirt, yanking him down to my level. We were so close we were swallowing each other’s shallow breaths. 

“You finish what you started in bed,” I said, using my best seductive voice. 

A quiet moan fell from c/n’s lips as he watched my tongue wet my lips. 

“Y/n,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. 

Just as he was about to kiss me I shoved him out the door.

“First I need to pee,” I said as I sat on the toilet.

“You fucking tease,” his strangled voice came from the other side of the door. I knew his mannerisms so well, I knew he was running his hands through his hair and down his neck the way he always did when I teased him. 

“You’re gonna pay for that. And we’ll give a whole new meaning to the saying ‘things that go bump in the night’,” I heard him shout from the bedroom. 

I couldn’t wait. 

angry sexual tension starters

a continuation of this meme: ( x ). as requested by anon. warning: these can be a bit crude.

“If you keep talking, I have no idea what I’ll do to you.”

“Unclench your fist unless it’s going up my ass.”

“Complain that you’re cold again and I’ll make sure you feel heated.”

“It’s two AM! You better be here for a booty call.”

“What is with you?! Stop leaning in so close to me!”

“NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO UNLESS WE’RE IN BED.”

“You better shut up, or I’ll do it for you.”

“I fucking hate you! Stop looking at me all sexy.”

“Let go of my shirt, unless you plan on ripping it off.”

“Kiss my ass.” / “Suck my ass.”

“Fight me! With your mouth! On my mouth!”

“If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.”

“Oh, so you wanna wrestle? Take your clothes off then!”

“You say ‘I hate you’, but all I hear is ‘fuck me’.” 

“Stop cleaning already! There are better things for you to do on your knees.”

“You think you’re the boss of me just because you’re hot?!”

“You can take your middle finger and shove it up my ass.”

“If you keep yelling at me, I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Why’d you push me up against the wall?!”

“I can’t STAND when you look at me with those long eyelashes.”

“Stop biting your lip and bite me instead!”

“Quit saying you’re bored, or I’ll find a way to entertain you.”

The Storm (Optional Bias x Reader)

A/N - It’s been a minute.

You couldn’t even remember what had started the argument.

You sat at the kitchen table, your hands flat and still trembling on the table top, warm tears flowing down your swollen cheeks as you stared blankly at the door. B/N had left over an hour ago, and it hurt you more than you imagined.

You and B/N had been bumping heads for the last month, yelling at each other for small things, insignificants things that shouldn’t have even been enough to set you two off. You both would reconcile hours or minutes later, but the next couple of days would result in the same pattern. You couldn’t put your finger on it, and neither could he, but you two had somehow reached a wall in your relationship. You weren’t moving forward anymore. You were constantly fighting, constantly arguing, constantly finding little things about each other to nitpick at. It bothered you to no end, it frustrated him beyond comprehensible means, it kept both of you from sleeping, and yet you couldn’t seem to get past it.

And after all the building pressure over the weeks, you two had finally reached the boiling point.

It was unsure as to who or what started it, but one thing led to another. The snarky comments escalated into straight accusations. You argued about everything. You fought about nothing. You screamed and you cursed at each other until both of you were ready to choke the other. You remembered telling him in the midst of the heated moment that you wanted him to get his shit and leave.

And because he was so riled up, so upset, and so done with everything going on between you two, he blindly complied.

He grabbed a jacket and his keys, and he left with a rattling slam of the door.

And once you finally realized what had happened, your anger dissipated as fast as it had come, and you broke down and cried.

It had been a week since you had seen B/N. You two spoke only in text messages and only discussed when he would return to gather his things. The texts were short and sweet, and they shattered more and more of your heart every time. You didn’t want him to leave. Deep in your heart, mind and soul, you knew that that was the last thing you wanted him to do. But he seemed so willing and so ready go to. He never mentioned the argument or talked about the hasty decision made between you two, so you kept quiet on your end.

Maybe deep down, it was something he wanted.

You slept on the couch all that week because you couldn’t handle being in the room you had shared with him.

It was late Monday evening when he decided to come get his things.

B/N knew that you never worked on Mondays, and he had been given a few personal days off from his job because he couldn’t seem to function after the argument. His mind was always on what happened and what was currently plaguing the both of you. You were barely talking to him, and he figured that you had been serious about him moving out. You didn’t want him around anymore, and as painful as it was for him to believe it, he would do as you asked. He would do whatever you asked in order to make you happy. So instead of putting it off any longer, he finally decided to go and grab his belongings while you were both available. It was a good time as any for you to get it over with.

That day had been melancholy from the start, the skies grey and gloomy since the morning. There hadn’t been any rain as of yet, but many of the news channels suspected terrible storms either late that night or in the following morning. You had been patiently waiting and hoping for the rain. You hated storms, but you silently prayed for one to blow through fiercely. It was selfish of you, but if it rained then B/N wouldn’t come over. He’d have to postpone his pickup until you were both off again, and maybe by then, you would build up the courage to apologize to him or at least strike up a conversation that consisted of more than yes/no questions and answers. However, the luck seemed to be against you as the skies continued to get darker but not release any liquid tension.

You sat on the couch, your TV set to Pandora as you stared at the blank screen and let the music take you all over the place. You kept yourself from choosing a radio station that would make you a blubbering mess on the floor, but you didn’t make any effort to skip any songs that made you hurt. You didn’t cry, your tears dried up for the moment, but you continued to sulk silently as lyric after lyric coursed from the TV and through your tired body. It was a few minutes after eight when you received a knock on your door and your sulking session was momentarily halted. Unfolding your legs from under you and staring at the door for a few seconds, you slowly made your way to it, dreading the interaction you would have for the next hour or so. You opened the door and your stomach twisted painfully in regret and longing as you met the eyes of the man who had haunted your thoughts and dreams for the past few days. He gave you a small smile that you returned with a lot of effort.

“Hey,” he said softly, his brown eyes gentle and tired behind his windswept hair. The sky was now a menacing shade of black, the chilling wind picking up violently and blowing B/N’s hair every which way. There was still no sign of actual rain.

“Hey,” you replied just as quietly before shifting to the side to let him in the apartment before anything serious happened. He came in, a small duffle bag gripped in his right hand. He had turned back to you as you shut the door and caught your gaze on the bag. You eyed the bag warily, your throat closing at the sight of it. You wanted to snatch the bag from him and beg him to reconsider and stay, but you refrained from doing so despite the fact that B/N would have willingly, if not eagerly, let you. Both of you had similar thoughts of wanting to apologize, but both of you also figured the other really wanted this to happen. Nothing was said, both too stubborn and scared to say what you really wanted to say. When a minute went by with no words spoken except by the soft music playing from the TV, B/N cleared his throat.

“I’ll only be getting a few things for now.” It might have just been your hopeful mind, but you could have sworn his words had inflected upward, as if he was asking permission.

As if he was hinting at you to stop him.

“Okay,” you nodded, avoiding looking at him. You quickly took your direction of interest to the refrigerator, your mouth suddenly dry and in need of something to help you swallow your guilt and regret. You were too busy with trying to keep your eyes away from B/N that you missed his saddened look and heavy sigh. You grabbed a bottle of water and as you took a few huge gulps of the cool liquid, you allowed yourself to turn back and watch his back disappear into your once shared bedroom. You turned your back and faced the sink instead, the corner seemingly more appropriate to look at. Your breath was hitching, and you could feel your tear ducts refilling. Damn it, you didn’t want to cry right now. Not until after he had left.

Your tears were prematurely stopped as a shrill, continuous screech of a noise erupted from the TV. The sound then broke into several sustained notes of equal pitch before an automated voice filled the air of the room.

“We interrupt your programming to deliver a warning of severe storms in the areas of…”

The music on your Pandora had paused and had been replaced by a severe storm warning. Your eyes then went to the windows, and you saw that the wind was blowing even more ferociously, but there was now accompanying rain. Seconds later, the announcement revealed that your area was under tornado watch.

Shit.

Your thoughts were instantly on the fact that B/N would be stranded at your apartment until it blew over. You wouldn’t let him leave in such weather, no matter how awkward this would be for the both of you. You laughed humorlessly to yourself. You got your wish, but it was late and only making the situation worse. That’s what you got for being a stubborn jerk in the first place. You finished the rest of your bottle as the warning finally disappeared and your music started back up. You glanced back at the television then down the hall towards your bedroom. You wondered briefly if you should warn him, giving the chance he was too busy packing to hear the warning himself. But then again…. maybe it would blow over quickly. Maybe it would only last a few minutes at most, and then—

Flash… BOOM!

Your heart had already startled at the sight of bright strike of lightning flashing across your window, but it nearly stopped completely as the sound of the roaring thunder followed not even three seconds later. In straight fear, you crumpled to the ground, your back against the sofa and your head braced between your knees. There was another flash and then a seemingly louder crash of thunder before the lights flickered off and the music of your Pandora station cut off completely. The power was off. It was fully silent besides the pattering of the huge raindrops against the ceiling and windows and the erratic pounding of your heart in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body trembling. You stayed in that position for what felt like hours when it only a few minutes.

“Y/N?”

B/N’s soft voice reached your ears and you felt his presence closing in on you, but you kept yourself in your protective position, your terror keeping you from unfolding. You felt his hands pull against your arms, wanting you to move them from around your head and knees. You reluctantly allowed him to, and slowly, you lifted up your head. The room was dark, but you could still see his concerned expression and kind eyes. He could see the fright in yours, and he wanted nothing more than to take that fear away from you.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” he reminded you, and you nodded.

Without saying anything more, he gently gripped both your hands and coaxed you to stand. Lightning stuck once more, and you fell into his arms without a second thought. He didn’t mind in the least, embracing and shielding you. He led you to the hallway, which was the safest area with no windows or glass nearby. You noted from your pressed position against his chest that he had pulled out a few comforters, a blanket, and a pillow off your bed and put them in the hallway to create a pallet. He then led both of you down to the ground on top of the comforters before throwing the blanket over you. You let yourself fall into his embrace, cuddling further into his chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, whispering comforting words in your ear and stroking the skin of your arms until you visibly calmed down. Eventually, the pelting rain, flashing lightning, and screaming thunder didn’t seem so bad now that you were in B/N’s arms again. You appreciated him doing this for you. He was always your rock when the storms came through, and while you were in a tight spot at the moment, you were really thankful that he still decided to take care of you.

“Thank you,” you mumbled against his chest, and you received a hum in response.

You and B/N stayed tightly pressed together, both listening to the storm take out its anger on the world.

“B/N,” you spoke up after counting 100 of his heartbeats. “Will you stay… after the storm lets up?”

You didn’t receive a response right away, and it terrified you. However, your face was gently coaxed upwards seconds later, and you met his relieved gaze. His thumb stroked across your cheeks then your lips.

“I thought you wanted me to—”

“No,” you negated quickly. You brought your lips to meet his, your eyes tearing up once again. “I’m sorry. I was stubborn and stupid. I want you to stay. I never wanted you to go.”

“I never wanted to leave,” he whispered, his grip tightening around your body as he kissed your lips once more. “I never want to leave.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again against his lips that never let up.

“I’m sorry,” he echoed, eventually rolling you over so he could have better access to your mouth. He kissed you with fervor for a few minutes before pulling back. “I’m sorry about everything. I hate arguing with you.”

“Me too,” you agreed, using B/N’s braced position above you as a chance to wipe at your face. He pressed his lips to your cheeks and forehead before leaving light kisses on your neck, your arms wrapping back around his neck and waist to pull his weight back down on you. “I can’t believe it got this far.”

“It won’t ever get this far ever again,” he spoke determinedly, looking into your eyes with certainty. “We won’t do this anymore. It’s me and you. I promise, baby.”

He sealed the promise with more kisses, and both of you agreed through your actions and whispered words to never let such petty things destroy what you had. The storm blew over hours later, and it took with it the wall that was holding your relationship back.

~Ice

I Choose You (Optional Bias x Reader)

A/N: Never doubt your importance in this world. We all have our roles to play and just because your name isn’t in lights does not mean that you are worth any less…

You glanced at the crystal vodka bottle on the counter in front of you and then back at your near empty glass, contemplating if you were even going to add juice to your next round. Your eyes involuntarily moved back to the TV screen that you had been watching from your bent over position on the kitchen island counter. You hadn’t even made it back over to the couch where you had first started and you didn’t think you were going back that way anytime soon, at least not in a sober state of mind. The faces and words flashing across the screen, mocking you, were painful enough from this distance.

Vodka on ice for the win.

You turned from the counter to grab more ice from the freezer when you tripped over the bulky duffel bag that had been resting next to your feet. Muffled curses spewed from your lips, your filter already disappearing even though you had only had one drink so far. Your nerves and emotions were shot and the sight of the duffel bag made you walk to the freezer even faster. You needed more alcohol, now.

You were already packed. You hadn’t gathered everything, not even a majority of everything. You had accumulated numerous objects, clothes, and decorations in the year and a half you two had been living together, plus half of the apartment was in your name, but it didn’t even matter, not anymore. You would come back for the rest of it later or maybe never. You didn’t really want to think about it right now. Regardless, you were ready to leave…but you couldn’t force yourself to walk out of the door and out of his life forever. Even with the television special still playing in front of you, even with the stupid Snapchat article still pulled up on your phone next to you, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t pick up your bag and say a final goodbye…so, you pulled out the beautiful, crystal vodka bottle he had bought you as one of your birthday presents this year and had started your mission of draining it, hoping that at some point along the way you would get up the courage to leave.

Why couldn’t you leave?

Because you were completely and thoroughly selfish. Because as much as it pained you to admit, you couldn’t imagine life without him. You couldn’t stand the thought of his arms not wrapped tightly around your shoulders and waist as you drifted off to sleep at night. You couldn’t bear the thought of never feeling his lips against yours or your skin ever again. You couldn’t face the fact that you would never get to sneak downstairs to his studio when he was in the middle of one of his creative moods and watch how passionate he was for his music, just like everything else in his life. There were so many things that you were too weak to let go of. You couldn’t leave him…because you loved him.

However, no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you cared for him, no matter the fact that you would do anything for him, you weren’t enough…He deserved better.

You startled from your depressing thoughts, the gorgeous crystal bottle almost slipping out of your hand as the front door slammed closed at the end of the front hallway beside the kitchen. Panic blossomed in your abdomen as footsteps sounded down the hall. He wasn’t supposed to be home until later. You were supposed to have more time to pull yourself together and leave. Damn it, why couldn’t you have just done what was right when you first pulled the Snapchat article up on you phone? Why were you such a terrible person?

“Baby?” a voice echoed down the hallway.

Instead of answering, you screwed the bejeweled cap back onto the liquor bottle and tipped your glass back to swallow a mouthful of the burning liquid as a tall figure made his way around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen.

“There you are, babe,” B/N exclaimed as he approached you from behind, leaning over your shoulder to place a quick kiss on your cheek as his hand skimmed down your back to grip your butt briefly, “What are we celebrating?” he asked, not missing the flashy vodka bottle on the counter beside you but completely missing your somber attitude as he walked to the cabinet to grab a glass for himself, wanting to join the fun. You hadn’t opened the bottle since he had gotten it for you, so by his reasoning there had to be something special going on.

He was so innocently excited and it almost had you in tears. His childlike innocence was another thing you were going to miss terribly. But you stifled the tears and forced a smile, the alcohol assisting instead of hindering for once. This was a happy occasion for him after all. He was right. You two should be celebrating.

“Why, we are celebrating your bright future, B/N,” you exclaimed brightly before tossing back another mouthful of the icy alcohol.

A giggle escaped your lips as you turned to face B/N, who had just finished filling his glass with ice, and raised your glass to him. Your merry illusion almost cracked as you drank in his figure, a figure you were so very familiar with. He looked painfully good in his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His dark hair was windswept and was begging you to run your fingers through it and mess it up more. But it was his smile that had you almost breaking down again, damn that smile! You caught yourself, however, and kept your composure, reminding yourself that you were doing this for him. This was for the best…

B/N eyed you suspiciously though his smile remained, knowing you well enough to now know something was off. You usually got giggly when you were drunk but he knew you weren’t drunk, slightly tipsy maybe but not drunk, not even close.

“To your future. To new and better opportunities. To your success. To your future happiness. I wish you all the best,” you exclaimed cheerfully, finishing off the drink in your hand before laughing quietly to yourself again

“Okay, babe, what’s going on?” B/N asked, his suspicion turning to foreboding as he set his glass of ice on the counter before grabbing your wrist and taking your glass out of your hand, “What do you know that I don’t? What new opportunities are you talking about?”

“Why, your new opportunity to find new love!” you proclaimed with a smile that was too bright, too fake, and eyes that were too glassy to be sincere, “A love that is worthy of you, that you deserve. The world is open and full of beautiful women who are more fit to be granted your attention. Women who will advance you and not hinder you.”

“What the hell are you saying?” B/N questioned you, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, “I don’t need a ‘new love’. I have you.”

“It’s okay, I’ve fixed that dilemma,” you exclaimed, patting his cheek gently, “I’m leaving, see?” you continued, pointing to your duffel bag on the floor at the end of the counter, “I’m not going to hinder you anymore. Now you can find someone you deserve and be happy.”

“I am happy!” he insisted passionately as his hands grasped your shoulders, his confusion turning to anger and panic, “Who told you I wasn’t happy? Where is this coming from, babe? You can’t leave me.”

“Oh, B/N,” you sighed, unable to resist any longer as you reached up to run your hand through his soft hair, relishing in the feel of the strands weaving through your fingers, “You don’t understand. You’re confused,” you insisted with a sad smile as you unconsciously turned to look at your phone next to you, “This is what’s best for you, for your future. You need a woman who is beautiful, fashionable, talented, intelligent, and…not me. You need someone who fits you. Not someone who is so beneath you.”

His expression only became more confused and frustrated as you pressed on. Where the hell did all of this come from?! You had been perfectly fine when he had left this morning. You had spent an extra few minutes together in bed before he had finally forced himself to peel himself off of you so that he wouldn’t be late to work and you had certainly been happy then. What had happened between then and now that had you wanting to leave him?

B/N followed your line of sight when you became distracted by your phone and immediately ripped it out of your grasp when he saw the large text banner at the top of the screen, “The Most Eligible Bachelors and Their Perfect Matches.” He quickly scanned the tabloid article, becoming more enraged as he scrolled through the piece.

“You actually read this bullshit?!” he pronounced disbelievingly as he continued reading the description of the woman this article believed was his match in heaven, “You’re trying to leave me for this bullshit?!”

He looked up and for the first time since he got home noticed the story airing on the television behind your shoulder, a screen adaptation of the article he was reading on your phone. He felt like his blood was about to boil in his veins. You had dealt with three and a half years of people disapproving of your relationship. He knew it was hard on you because it was hard on him, but you had been through so much together. You had survived together and he had no intention of throwing all of that hard work away because the love of his life had somehow been influenced by a piece of shit article written by people who knew little to nothing about him.

“Are you kidding me?” he blurted, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him, “Please tell me you’re joking so that I can laugh about this.”

“I’m serious, B/N,” you asserted, shoving him off of you, your earlier cheeriness gone, replaced with determination, “I’m not good enough for you. I don’t deserve you. You deserve to find someone better.”

“You came to all of these conclusions based on this piece of trash article?!” he spat, placing his arms on the counter on either side of you so that you were boxed in, “Those people have no fucking idea what’s best for me because it sure as hell isn’t what’s written in that shitty article. How exactly do you find that you aren’t good enough for me? Please enlighten me on that fact.”

“I…I have no status. I’m just an insurance worker. I’m not important,” you stammered, your words stumbling over themselves under the scrutiny of his furious gaze, “I’m not beautiful enough for someone like you. I can’t offer you anything…”

“What the actual fuck?” he muttered angrily to himself as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Is that the best you’ve got because you have yet to list a valid reason for you to walk out of that door on me. What the hell is wrong with being an insurance worker?! Don’t you know what you do is important? I have no clue what the hell is going on with my insurance. I need people like you just like everyone else in this world, so scratch that lousy excuse off of your list,” he demanded, his face becoming flushed as you seemed to be folding in on yourself in between his confining arms, “As for beauty, what the fuck do you mean you aren’t beautiful? Just because you aren’t walking on a runway or posing in front of cameras doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. So, I guess  you missed all of those mornings I made you late for work because I could not handle how you looked and had to have you for myself before anyone else was allowed to see you just so that I would be reassured that you were mine first. I guess you also missed all of the nights I spent telling you exactly how beautiful you were to me as I held you in my arms. Good to know that those words meant nothing to you. Damn, I thought we had been connecting on a deeper level. So, there goes shitty excuse number two,” he argued, his knuckles becoming white with how tightly he was gripping the countertop, “Now for this ‘I can’t offer anything’ shit. For three and a half years you have given me your time, your support, your patience, your love, your body…what else are you supposed to be able to offer me?”

“I’m not good enough,” you maintained softly, turning away from his gaze as tears threatened to break the barrier of your lower eyelids.

“You know what, Y/N?!” B/N practically yelled, gripping your chin again and turning you back towards him, “You literally have no argument to back that bullshit up! Do you really think we would have been together for three and a half years now if I wasn’t happy?! Disregarding what happens behind the closed doors of our bedroom…and, well, occasionally other places, I am not a masochist. If I was happy, we would not be together. I don’t like wasting my time and I know you sure as hell don’t like wasting yours, so you had better start singing a different tune, darling, because this one is getting really old really fast.”

“You don’t…that is…you…” you stammered, unable to form a coherent argument.

“What, Y/N?” B/N roughly asked, slamming his hands down on the countertop, causing you to jump a little bit, “Out of shitty arguments or do you have more for me?”

“Just shut up, B/N!” you screamed in frustration as you pushed out of the confines of his arms, “Just don’t…don’t talk anymore.”

“Why?!” he proclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he followed you to the end of the counter, “Because I’m right?! Because you literally have no reason to rip my heart out and walk out that door like you’ve been trying to do all night?!” B/N sniffed as a small part of his anger faded to despair at the fact that you were seriously trying to leave him.

“Stop talking, B/N!” you demanded again, your tears threatening to escape again.

Why didn’t he understand that this was best for him? Why did he have to make this so hard? Your heart was already breaking…

“You want me to stop talking?” B/N whispered, wiping the back of his hand across his eyes before leveling his gaze back on you, his eyes hard and almost predatory, “As you wish. No more talking.”

You had no time to react except for a surprised squeal as B/N crossed the distance between you in two furious strides before he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, grabbing your duffel bag in transit. You had little choice but to grip the back of his shirt, terrified he would end up dropping you as he ignored all of your protests and kicked open the door to your shared bedroom. He forcefully slung the duffel bag across the room, the bag connecting with the opposite wall with a loud ‘thud’ followed by cracking glass as multiple framed pictures crashed to the ground from the force of the impact. B/N slammed the door and locked in before striding over to your bed and dumping you unceremoniously onto the mattress.

You weren’t drunk by any means but the amount of alcohol that you had consumed was making your head swim as you flew through the air. Before you could see straight again, B/N was on top of you, his shirt stripped off in a fury before he had your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands and you thighs restrained with both of his.

“B/N—” you feebly protested before his lips cut off the rest of your complaint.

“No talking,” he roughly commanded before attacking your mouth again.

You resisted as long as you could but when B/N got like this you had little willpower. Soon you were kissing him back, each kiss leaving you more breathless than the last but at the same time, craving more. Right before you thought your lungs were going to burst from a lack of oxygen, B/N suddenly released you. A soft moan rose from the back of your throat as he pulled away, sucking on your bottom lip and biting it softly before freeing it completely. His mouth immediately moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling relentlessly.

“B/N—” you exclaimed breathlessly again but his free hand quickly closed over your mouth.

“You’ve always been terrible at taking direction, sweetheart, even now when it’s your own order,” he mumbled darkly against your skin before pulling away from your neck with an especially passionate suck and moving back into your view.

Even though his lips were gone from your skin, the stare he was giving you right now was enough to have you trembling under him.

“You know what’s unfair?” he asked after a few seconds of silence, his lips twitching into a smirk as he removed his hand from your mouth to trace the outline of your lips with his index finger, “I didn’t get to have any alcohol and you taste just like it. I guess I’ll just have to get drunk off of you…”

He offered you a slow wink before stealing a lingering kiss that had you pulling against his restraint, much to his amusement, before disappearing from your view again. His lips returned to your neck, marginally more gentle this time as he took his time making his way down its length while his hand slid under your t-shirt, caressing your skin and pushing the material slowly up your torso. When his mouth reached the collar of your shirt he shifted his hips back to trail his kisses up your stomach, starting at the patch of skin above your belly button. You couldn’t help squirming underneath him as his tongue and teeth explored with a mind of their own until he reached the edge of the lacy but comfortable bra you had worn that day.

“This one was always one of my favorites,” he whispered as he buried his face in the crevice between your breasts, turning and sucking softly at the skin of your breast that spilled over the top of the cup while the pad of his thumb skimmed over your nipple through the lacy fabric.

Your back arched into his mouth as he continued working at each of your breasts, his hand eventually finding the clasp at the middle of your back and removing the fabric to give him more freedom. The breathless and barely restrained moans escaping your mouth were driving him just as crazy as his mouth at your breasts were making you insane. He drew another muffled moan out of you as he drew his tongue roughly over your nipple again before shifting back up to your mouth to swallow the beautiful sound. He finally released your wrists and one hand immediately found itself wrapped in his hair while the other moved liberally over his torso, causing a groan of his own to surge from the back of his throat.

“How bad do you want me right now?” B/N suddenly asked softly against your lips, your hand tightening in his hair as one of his hands gently massaged your breast.

“B/N…” you sighed, attempting to pull him harder against your lips.

“How bad?” he pressed, resisting your pull but grinding his hips slowly over yours still trapped underneath him.

“B/N, please,” you pleaded softly, your nails digging into his back as your hips attempted to roll forwards but remained frustratingly restrained.

“This that you feel right now,” he mumbled into your ear, running his tongue lightly along the shell, “This desire, this need. I feel it too,” he revealed, moving down to suck at the sensitive patch of skin underneath your ear, “All the time, for you,” he insisted against your burning skin, “I need you and not just for sex. Don’t you understand?” he asked, shifting back to where you could see him again, “I need you. You are what’s best for me. I know because I decide what’s best for me in my life. Not the media, not the rest of the world, not you…me. I do. And I want you, now and always.”

“What if I still leave?” you asked quietly, your had massaging the back of his neck while the other skimmed lightly up and down the side of his torso, “What if I force you to find someone better?”

“You can’t,” he insisted, shaking his head, “I’ll spend all of my time trying to find you again. You want to ruin my career? Go ahead. Disappear before I wake up in the morning. Put me through that heartache and you’re damning me. You want what’s best for me? Give yourself to me, your body, your love, your support, all of it. Give it to me now and the rest of our lives…”

“Damn you, B/N,” you mumbled, pulling him down successfully this time and molding your mouth to his, “I love you…I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” B/N exclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eye as he shifted back to look down at you and moved off of your thighs, “I wasn’t too worried about you disappearing on me in the morning. You’re hardly going to be able to move…”

~Fire

Golden Tongue (Bias x Reader) Pt. 10

You’ve never felt kisses so light and heavy, so warm and wet at the same time.

Slave to desire. 

He’s kissing your neck, biting and sucking on your skin. You can’t keep your moans of pleasure to yourself. 

Who was the slave? 

Your fingers are in his hair, your hands keeping him close to you with his body still pressed between your legs. 

Who was the master?

You’re fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, and he catches on to what you’re trying to do. He removes it, tossing it to the side for you.

“Finally getting a better look?” he asks, sitting up above you.

Your hands and eyes are roaming all over him, “Yes,” You push him back against the other side of the couch and now you’re on top of him again.

“I’ve always liked a woman on top,” he pulls his shirt off of you, gazing at your body the same way you did his. You kiss him with even more intensity than before and that’s when you feel him pick you up, keeping your legs around him.

You don’t have to ask to know that he’s taking you to his bedroom, “Don’t wake Jesse,” he whispers in your ear as you pass by his room, who’s still sprawled out on the bed. 

He’s trying to close Jesse’s door while still holding you but your leg slips from his grip and he almost drops you. You burst into laughter, causing him to sling you over his shoulder and actually running into his room. 

He plops you on the bed, hovering over you, “What part of don’t wake Jesse don’t you understand?” 

You cover your smile, “I’m sorry,” 

He shakes his head with a smirk, walking to his bathroom, “What are we doing tonight?” he asks. 

“Hm?” you try to fix your hair, sure that it’s messy from all that tousling. 

He stands in front of you with his hands behind his back before revealing a DVD in one hand and in the other a condom. 

“What are we doing?” he asks again. 

Your face heat up, feeling excited again, “Um,” 

He doesn’t rush you, but you end up reaching for both the DVD and condom and he looks so surprised that his eyebrows shoot up. You’re teasing him, knowing his nonchalant behavior was a coverup. You tuck the condom in his pocket and take the DVD. You didn’t want to have sex on the first date. 

You can’t tell if he’s shocked or mildly disappointed but he laughs nervously, “You’re just full of surprises,”  

He sets up a different movie to watch since his selection was boring, “I just grabbed a random one to be honest,” 

You lay on his bed, t-shirt back on, his shirt still off. As the movie shows the intro, you’re looking at him who’s looking at the screen. 

He turns to you, not surprised to find you staring at him, “Are we watching this movie or not? Or should we do something else?” he holds the condom between his fingers, taunting you. 

You pout, looking at the screen, “Fine. Movie,” 

He pulls you against him, so that he’s spooning you, his arm across your chest. You’re not even watching the movie. Content, your eyes are closed as you have your hand on his bicep. 

You’re in the process of having your mind completely enchanted by this man when those nagging thoughts of mind reading return. They’re so persistent that you pause the movie.

“I need you to clear up something for me,” you sit up. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You’re hesitant to bring it up, “I know it’ll sound absurd…and don’t think I’m crazy but, I did see something at the warehouse,” He listens, waiting for you to continue, “You seem to be…very influential,” you choose your words carefully, not wanting to accuse him of a supernatural ability. 

He’s looking at you, his silence unnerving, “Never heard it that way before,” he then gets up, walking out of the room. What did he mean by that? 

“Where are you going?” 

“To get more wine,” 

You follow him, passing Jesse’s room where he hasn’t moved an inch. B/N drinks from the bottle, and you finally blurt out your question, “Can you read minds or not?” he pauses in place and his silence puts you on edge. 

Please laugh, you plead inwardly with his bare back towards you, please let this all be a misunderstanding.

“No, but,” he’s holding the bottle of wine so tight you think he might break it in half, “But I can…” 

He’s struggling to speak, setting the bottle on the counter as he grips the edge, “I can’t do this,” you hear him say. You approach him slowly. What is happening right now?

“You’re making me nervous,” You didn’t expect any of your accusations to be true. You expected him to laugh it off and get back to what he was doing with you. But what he can’t seem to say makes your stomach clench in anticipation. 

“Why did it have to be you?” he looks to the ceiling with a long sigh. He spins around suddenly, gripping your shoulders, as if an idea popped into his mind, “Tell me to tell you,” 

“What?” 

“That’s it! Command me, it’s the only way I can say it,”  

“I’m not-” 

“Y/N, make me tell you!”

“I don’t know what’s going on!” 

He releases you, his hands hovering around your face and he seems so perplexed, “Look me in the eyes, and purposefully command me to tell you,” 

You’re shaking for some reason, but you look in his eyes. And his eyes look…fearful. And his fright is frightening you. Do you even want to know anymore? 

You muscle up the courage, “Tell me,” 

As the words leave your mouth, your mind feels foggy and immediately your lips are tingling. The feeling similar to when you spoke to him on the beach, only more profound. Like losing sensation in your hand when it falls asleep and suddenly waking up with static fingers. 

“I can control minds,” he confesses instantly. 

You stare at him, wanting to believe that what he says is absurd but the energy that you felt when you commanded him, nearly convinced you. 

“And you can control me,” he steps close to you and you step back. 

You realize leaving would be best. You turn for his door, him calling after you but you’re running for the elevator. Did you just make out with a complete psycho? You almost slept with him! He gets in before the doors close. He has a shirt on with his hands up in an attempt to calm you. 

“Y/N please, listen to me,” 

“You’re insane,” you move to the corner of the elevator.

“I will not hurt you,” he says carefully. 

“You can control minds?” you ask and it sounds like nonsense, “Have you been controlling mine?” Do you really believe him right now?

“No,” he says quickly, but you cover your ears with your hands. By the time the elevator opens for the lobby, you rush out, bumping into people.

You get outside realizing you didn’t drive here and you left your purse upstairs with your money, “Let me explain,” 

“Just stay away from me,” People are watching you two curiously. He reaches for your hand but you pull away from him. What else can he do?

A man intervenes, asking you if B/N is causing you problems. But he spins the man around by his shoulder, speaking in a threatening tone, “Walk away,” and with that B/N walks around him and towards you. 

But without question, the man leaves, without looking back and you stare at B/N. 

“What’s going on here?” a security guard steps in. 

B/N looks incredibly impatient, “I’m half tempted to make you walk in front of a car but there’s too many witnesses. So go inside,” The security guard doesn’t think twice before walking into the building. 

Everything else that he’s done clicks in your mind. When he demanded the money from the man when you first met. When he stopped those men at the warehouse. The way he kept demanding you as if he didn’t expect you do against anything he said. 

“Holy shit…” 

“I can’t control you,” he tells you, as if knowing where you thoughts are headed. The closer he comes to you, the more you back away from him until you’re almost in the street. You actually feel scared of him. Isn’t it just a moment ago you found his gaze alluring?

“Don’t come near me,” you yell at him and he stops walking. He stays in the same position for a few seconds and you move closer to him, “Unfreeze,” you say, not sure what the secret undo word was. 

He relaxes, looking annoyed, “You don’t say unfreeze. You just…tell me to do something else,” 

“This makes no sense. How can I control you? How can you control people?” 

He watches the people who are listening to you two and talks so that only you can hear, “Can we go back inside now?” 

“No,” 

“Y/N, I cannot control you,” he sounds frustrated now, “Believe me, I’ve tried,” 

“Why?” 

He sighs, exasperated, “Because it’s what I do. What I’ve always done. I don’t ask for things, I just take them,” 

“Is that what you did to me upstairs?” 

He looks offended, “Now you know that’s not what happened,” 

“Did you to anyone else?” 

“No. Never,” 

“Never?” 

“Well…” 

“Tell me the truth,” 

He’s physically struggling to resist you, his veins defined on his neck, but he confesses anyways, “I persuade them to speak to me but never to sleep with me. I just let it unfold,” you glare at him and he shrugs, “I like resistance sometimes. It’s no fun if everyone does what you say,”  

“Why should I believe you? You have the power to get whatever and whoever you want, and you expect me to believe your moral code is interfering?” 

“Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are,” he mutters.

“You’re disgusting,” 

“Y/N,” he blows down, holding the bridge of his nose, “I have never, ever, manipulated a woman to be with me in any way,” 

“How do I know you didn’t try it on me?” 

“I didn’t try that but if you can recall I tried to control you in the beginning. And I can’t,” 

“Why can’t you?” 

He has his hand on his hip, motioning to the building, “Can we just talk about this upstairs, please?” 

His eyes are flickering to the people around him nervously. Clearly, he doesn’t want to be found out.

“Fine,” you say. You can control him. You’re not worried.