⭐️Yandere Husband X Reader⭐️
⭐️Yandere Husband x reader⭐️
Premise: Your husband really wants kids, but you're not really all for the idea
Warning: Noncon, breeding, fem reader
Minors DNI
You prepared a cute little basket with bread, some homemade jam and a couple of sandwiches along with a delicious strawberry cake you baked just for today! You look up at the playground from where you're sitting, the breeze feeling just right. It's a beautiful day out. Kids playing, people walking their dogs, couples like yourself picnicking. You and your husband have been together for three years and married one. He's the sweetest man in the world and you couldn't feel luckier to be with him. Your mother introduced him to you. He was her close friend's son. His mother and yours just so happen to go to the same knitting class. Although his mother was of a higher class, your mother and his had a lot in common and hit it off right away. Your mother would have buried you six feet deep if you refused to see him, not that you would've. He's handsome, sweet and has a well-paying job. Of course, that's the side of him that he allows you to see.
He begged his mom to introduce you after he saw you sitting on your porch one day when he was picking his mother up from your house. You waved at him and smiled. His heart was about to pop out of his chest. Your beauty was nothing he'd ever even imagined before. Everything about you is perfect. Everything. He asked his mother about you as soon as he drove off. She was more than happy to tell him. She's quite fond of you and would choose you as a daughter-in-law over anyone else. She couldn't be happier that her beloved first son has shown interest in a jewel like you.
He couldn't help but fall even deeper in love when he got to meet with you. Your voice rings bells in his heart and your eyes speak to his soul. He knew from then on that you were made for each other. He would never admit it, but he's absolutely obsessed with you. He would prefer to say that he's in love with you. Dating was smooth. He quickly proposed as soon as an appropriate amount of time passed. It couldn't come soon enough to him. You're so sweet and understanding. So thoughtful and intelligent. You share interests and when you don't, you make the effort to try. So does he, of course. You're so perfect.
Once married, he was happy to go to work and come back to your loving embrace. He'd rather die than have you support yourself. Anything you want, anything you need is yours. You don't even have to ask, your husband is very observant. You might mention something in passing that he'll overhear. Something small, something you didn't even put a lot of focus into, but he'll remember. He'll remember and he'll get it for you as soon as possible. He'd do anything...and that means anything. If anyone made you cry, he'd comfort you...before beating them unconscious. Getting his hands dirty is a small price to pay for you. But dear god, if anyone dared to lay a finger on you... well...consider them gone. Consider them erased actually. Consider the fact that they won't be bothering anyone ever again. Consider people closely associated with them being severely injured.
He's a ray of sunshine. You love him and he loves you. He loves you very much. You've never had any serious arguments. The two of you got along so well that there weren't any disagreements, but there were, he'd just fold and let it go. The only problem is that now that you're married, he wants kids, but you're not ready. You've never been very good with kids. They make you anxious. The sticky fingers, their delicate little heads, the fact that they could become psychopaths if you don't raise them properly. Not to mention how expensive and time-consuming they are. You spend all that time and energy on them and get almost nothing in return. Don't even get you started on the effects it'll have on your body.
There's just too much that could go wrong and besides, you just font feel like you're mature enough to have a kid of your own when you still feel like one yourself. You're not ready to raise a human being. There's so much you want to do, want to explore and you can't do that with a baby. Your husband on the other hand is great with them. He's the eldest brother of six so he's used to taking care of kids. At birthday parties, you can find him carrying three kids at a time, one over his shoulders and two in his arms, even the older ones, which doesn't surprise you because he's built big and strong. Must've eaten his vegetables when he was a kid, you snicker, inwardly. Your husband pokes you every time he sees a cute video of a baby on his phone like a boy asking his parents for a puppy. "Just watch! Aren't they cute!? (Yyyy/nnnn)!" He sticks his phone in your face and makes you watch a bunch of videos. He has a severe case of baby fever.
You look over at your fiance. He's looking out at the swing set with a dreamy look on his face. A little boy is pushing his younger sister and they look like they're having a blast. You cringe, knowing your husband is gonna bring up the baby talk again when you get home. Just then, you feel a light tug on your dress and look over to see a little girl around the age of 4, wobbling on her feet, looking up at you. You at least try to be good with kids. "Hey, what are you doing?" You laugh nervously. You know you're in for it now. You can feel your husband's intense gaze on the back of your neck.
"...Mama said that if I'm good, I can have cake. I was good today, so can I have some,...please?" You look up to see a woman face palming and yelling at her daughter to come back and stop bothering the nice lady. You smile at her mother, letting her know it's okay. "Well you asked so very nicely, how can I say no?" You cut a small slice and plate it for her. You give her the plate, but she just looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. "I...I always let Mama feed me," she says as fiddles with her fingers nervously. So adorable. You look up at her mother, who seems to be busy dealing with one of her other kids and decide to give her a break. Although this is breaching your comfort zone, you just can't say no to that face.
You pick up a fork and begin feeding her. You just know your fiance has the most love-struck look on his face, if you were looking at him, you'd be able to see big hearts in his eyes. You peek over at him to see just that and roll your eyes. "Mm so yummy! Thank you miss!" She gets on her tippy toes and kisses you on the cheek. You must admit that was adorable, but your opinion remains firm. No kids. No way. You still have plenty more reasons not to have any so cuteness is not enough to sway you. The little girl waddles away back to her mom. You don't want to turn around. You sigh and look at your husband to see he is still swooning.
"Oh my god! That was beautiful. You be such a good mom!" He coos. You groan. "We talked about this so many times, honey. You know how I feel about kids," you pout, folding your arms. You could've sworn you saw his eyebrow twitch like he was upset. "You'd be great, I believe in you. I just know it," he beams. Oh, he's not mad. Must've been your imagination. You roll your eyes. He didn't listen to a word you said though. You love him so much, but he's a brick wall when it comes to things like this. He's been on your ass quite literally about kids ever since you got married. "I need more time," you say, looking away from his pouting face. He was a bit gloomy for the rest of your outing after that. Last night, you misplaced your birth control pack. You were worried about it, but you just brushed it off and decided to take two the next night when you do find them.
Soon, your picnic comes to an end and you head home. He's on you as soon as you shut the door, kissing you passionately. You return the gesture, hugging him close. "Don't take your birth control tonight," he whispers huskily in your ear. You stop and push his chest. He takes a step back and looks down at you, eyebrows furrowed. "We literally just talked about this! Respect that I don't want any dumb kids!" You shout. You expect him to apologize, to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness like he always does when he's in the wrong. Then he'd go and get you flowers, and cook for you, but this time, he looks down at you rage evident in his expression. He looks really pissed. You shrink in your spot. What?
"You're being ridiculous, (y/n)! It's time for you to grow up! You're old enough to be a responsible mother so stop acting like a child. I can support the both of you easily. You don't have to lift a fucking finger, just have my child already. I've been so fucking patient with you. My mother and yours have been asking us where their grandchild is. What the fuck do I tell them? I'm wondering too! I've been waiting for you to change your mind and be reasonable, but you're really getting on my nerves now," he grits his teeth as he finishes his sentence. Each sentence felt like a stab to your heart. He's never said such cruel words to you or even cruel words in general before. Your husband hasn't so much as insulted you. You never could've imagined your husband had this side to him.
He gripped your arm and began dragging you upstairs. "Hey! S-Stop! Stop it!" You cry, holding onto the stair rail. He looks back at you. That was the last fucking straw. You hear a loud clap and your head turned. Huh? Your cheek stings? Tears begin to well in your eyes as you hold your reddening cheek. He takes the time to pull you the rest of the way up and into the bedroom. He sets you on the bed and locks the door, taking his clothes off right there, his well-built figure casting a shadow over you. You begin sobbing in your place on the bed, covering your face with your hands. He walks over and gently hugs you, rubbing your back. You push at him, but he keeps you still pressed to his body. "Stop that," he whispers in your ear. His voice is commanding yet gentle, but you ignore him and continue fighting his hold. "That's it. I'm so tired of you acting like this. It's time you give me what I deserve, a family." He grips your dress and violently rips it off you, leaving you in your bra and panties. You've had sex before, but never like this. This is the first time your eyes held fear while looking at your husband.
He shoves you back onto the bed, climbing over you and trapping you beneath him, smiling. He traces a finger from your collar to the center of your bra, where it stills before ripping it off you. You know better than to scream so you whimper as he throws it to the side. He places a hand over your breast, squeezing it painfully. You grab his wrist, trying to pry it off. "You are gonna be a great mommy. Can't wait to watch these fill up with milk." His face takes on that dreamy look again. "Seeing you today in the park confirmed it. You're more than ready." You feel his cock rubbing your thigh. He yanks your panties down your legs, tossing them into the forgotten corner with his clothes and yours. With his other hand and rubs your pussy. You whine and struggle under him, but you know you're no match for him. He spreads your thighs open and lodges himself between them, his cock rubbing up and down your fold, taunting you. "I love you...so much," he says before slowly entering you. You are NOT having a fucking baby. You'll take your birth control and that'll be that. He smiles down at you, knowing what you're thinking and bucks his hips. He laughs like he knows something you don't, but the idea is completely lost on you.
He bottoms out, moaning as he does. He rubs the bulge in your stomach lovingly. "I want a big family, honey. Make me a daddy. Let me breed you," he says, rutting into you. Even though he's being so rough, it feels so damn good. He picks up your thighs and pressed them down beside your head, squishing your cervix with his cock. Your tongue rolls out your mouth as your eyes roll into the back of your skull. He kisses your neck and cheeks, giving you soft praise. "I knew you'd be good for me. Such a good little wife and soon to be mommy. You're gonna look so cute stuffed with our baby. God, I fucking love you," he chants as he rams into you again and again, your brain is far too clouded by the feeling of him spearing your guts to understand him.
You dig your nails into his back as continues bruising your poor cervix. You let out a choked whine. "It's ok, honey, you can cum. I'll allow it." As if on command, you do. He kisses your lips passionately, quickening his pace. Moans leave your mouth each time he pounds into you, the air and sound being forced from your lungs each time on impact.
His fists curled in the sheets, his eyes clenching. He slams his hips to yours, your body being forced farther before he grabs your hips and forces you back. He grunts as he cums deep inside you, your stomach filling to the brim with his seed. He sighs and kisses your cheek. You breathe heavily, waiting for him to get off, but he doesn't. He just starts going again like he didn't just fill your guts up.
"W-Whah?" You whine. "I need to make sure my seed takes, darling. We'll be doing this until I say we're done so don't complain now." You can tell by his tone that he's daring you to try something. You just clench your eyes and keep taking him. You're so bloated with cum. He's never been like this before, always stopping when you wanted to and treating you like porcelain. Now he's grabbing you and fucking into you like he's been holding back for years, which you now think he has. Your eyelids begin drooping after the sixth time he forced you to cum. You can't keep them open and he notices. "It's ok, take a nap. Warning, I'm not stopping. I guess I tired you out," he laughs.
You wake up to him hugging your back, spooning you. You look at your alarm clock. It's been hours and judging from the still-wet cum all over your thighs, he only stopped recently. You slowly and very carefully slip out of his hold and off the bed. You feel a soreness like never before in your stomach and almost fall to the floor. Oh god, your uterus. More cum slips out of you as you walk to your vanity. You open a couple of drawers where you think your birth control might be, but it's not there. Where could it be if not in your vanity!? You look around frantically, but you still can't find them! You begin looking everywhere. You check the bathroom cupboard, opening it slowly so it doesn't creak and wake up your crazy husband. It's not in there! You look down to see the crumpled package in the trash. You pick it up to see it empty. Every single slot, even the pink period pills. You begin tearing up as you see there are tiny white specs by the sink. No! He washed them away! How could he!? You clutch the sink as you stare at the empty package. You feel a presence creep up behind you. You look up in the mirror to see your husband right behind you, looking down at you with disdain.
"I knew you were going to take them after I told you not to so I got rid of them last night." He planned this!? "Let's go back to bed...Common," he says tiredly and grabs your arm, forcing you back into bed with him, your back to his chest. You feel his cock harden and you try to inch away, but he grabs your hips and rubs his cock up and down your folds before jamming it inside you until he bottoms out. You whimper with your hands over your mouth, knowing that if you annoyed him while he was tired, you'd get in real trouble. He lazily humps into you, rubbing your bulging tummy from behind you, his lips kissing your head. You pass out later from exhaustion.
You wake up to find him not in bed. You take the chance to get up and throw on a sweatshirt and sweats. You grab your wallet and sprint out of the room and down the stairs, ignoring the painful limp he gave you and the soreness in your poor tummy. Your wrist is caught mid-air..." Where the fuck do you think you're going, honey?" He asks, his sweet smile contrasting the bone-crushing grip he has your wrist in.
"O-Oh! Um...we...need-" He cuts you off in the middle of your lie, yanking your wrist and forcing you closer to him. "You were going to go kill our baby." You've never seen such darkness in his eyes. "Well, you can't. I won't allow it. The doors have new locks just for you, love. You're not going anywhere." He smiles down at you, that same handsome face you love, but now come to fear. You gulp as he leads you into the kitchen where he prepared a beautiful breakfast.
You soon accept what's to happen. Your husband is a loved man. Loved by all. His family, your family, his job, the community, everyone. Your husband is often described as charismatic, funny, helpful and friendly. If you told anyone of them what he's done to you, they'd call you a liar without hesitation or even better, take his side, agreeing that it's time you give him a child because it's your duty as his wife to do at least that for him. Be a little grateful for all he does. Providing for you and taking care of you. You'd rather keep your mouth shut. Nothing good can come of telling anyone. It only took a few days of brutal fucking till you woke up early in the morning feeling nauseous and ran to the bathroom, him hot on your tail, ready to hold your hair back as you emptied your stomach into the toilet. You sob as you hug your knees on the bathroom floor. He got on the floor with you, wiping your tears with his thumbs and holding your face. He smiles wide and hugs you tightly. "Yes! (Y/n)! I'm so proud of you! We're having a baby! I love you!"
Yandere husband with pregnant reader head cannons:
- You're allowed out of the house after a while of proving your obedience! Hooray! With the exception that he has to be there, of course. A man flirted with you a bit while you were shopping and your husband was within earshot. You still cringe when you remember the sound the man's nose made as your husband punched him. It took three security guards to get him off the guy.
- Your husband makes you eat so much! "Sit down and finish your food. You're eating for two, remember!? Or did you forget?"
- Paints the baby's room with non-toxic paint and will not let you help or hold anything. "No, it's too dangerous, (Y/n). Sit back down, I've got this, ok?"
- Spares no expense for you and the baby. Buys everything people recommend to him
- Watches youtube videos for things he needs to watch out for during your pregnancy
- Does pregnancy stretches with you and won't take no for an answer. "It's good for you and the baby so get to it! I'll do them with you so we look silly together!" You both still have a fun time.
- You once dropped a book on the floor and your husband burst through the wall to get to you, leaving a cartoon cutout of himself and all. "WHATHAPPENDAREYOUOK!?" He shouted all in one breath. You assured him that you were just fine and that you'd only dropped a book, but he still cradled you in his arms crying.
- Cooks all your meals and cuddles you every single night.
- You being pregnant does not mean he stops fucking you, no. He's just a lot more gentle with you.
- Has everything about your pregnancy and birth planned to the exact detail, even when you'll have the next one.
- He rubs his face against your tummy and kisses it, singing to the baby.
- Do you need to get up? "Here, take my arm...actually...I'll hold you!"
- He picks up the phone on the first ring...and you better too or he's racing home.
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Dōna Rūs Mandia (Sweet Baby Sister)
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister! reader
Sumary: Aemond was the best brother in Westeros. Since they were children he would dote on her. Buying her gifts, making her smile when she was sad, and he would even sneak into her chambers at night and sleep with her if she needed it. What happens when their mother Alicent informs her daughter of a betrothal?
Warnings: Mature/Sexual content, 18+, no use of Y/N, afab reader, Oral (F receiving), squirting, overstimulation, emotional manipulation
Princess Aelora Targaryen was the fourth born child of King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Long silver hair that cascades so far down her back it reaches her thighs. Born before her brother Daeron. The Princess was born and raised in Kings Landing amongst her siblings. Her eldest brother Aegon didn't pay her much mind until she started to develop. Unlike her sister Helaena she had more of a curvy figure which Aegon would practically drool over when close. Helaena was a good sister and Aelora in turn. Deciding to try and interpret her sisters rambles knowing they were a message. A warning. She knew this ever since the night on Driftmark. "He'll have to close an eye." Daeron was away in Oldtown and the letters became less and less as time went on. Aemond on the other hand was an extraordinary brother. Like her elder brother Princess Aeloras egg did not hatch in the cradle leaving her open to ridicule from Aegon when he felt like it. Though it was less often for her than Aemond, it was something that they shared. As children Aemond was an attentive older brother. Back rides through the castle, stealing cinnamon cakes from the kitchens to gift to his sweet baby sister knowing they're her favorite, tickle fights. He would even use Maegors Tunnels in the dead of night to sneak into Aeloras chambers to check on her as she slept. Sometimes catching himself watching over her for hours. After the events on Driftmark he seemed different. He still doted on Aelora but it seemed quite possessive some would say. His now lone eye never trailing far from where she is. Everyone noticed where ever the Princess was her shadow wasn't too far behind her. Watching to make sure his sweet sister was safe. When she started to develop as a woman and he a man his obsession only grew. His urges threatened to spill over and corrupt his sense of honor and duty. Believing that she would be his one day he patiently waited for his mother to announce their betrothal. But it did not unfold like he thought it would.
Princess Aelora and her brother Aemond were flying on Dragonback for hours. Another way Aemond has supported his sister was by helping her claim a dragon of her own. Silverwing, the dragon formerly ridden by Queen Alysanne Targaryen. Wife of King Jaehaerys. Aemond lived for the faint sounds of his sweet sister laughing as she broke through clouds with Kings Landing just on the horizon. A race between the two with Aemond emerging victorious touching down in the Kingswood. Since Vhagar was too large to land near the city Aemond had left a horse tied to a branch for their return.
"I believe that is another win for me little love." Aemond said as he stuck out his hand to assist her from her dragon. Aelora took her brothers hand and giggled, "No need to be so vaunt big brother." Jumping down off silverwings wing she starts to move immediately towards the horse but is stopped by Aemond who's still holding her hand. He pulls her into his body with a scolded gaze. "Ah ah ah. Daor sīr adere byka mēre. Nyke won. Nyke jaelagon issa gūrotrir. Skoriot's issa vūjigon?" (Not so fast little one. I won. I want my prize. Where's my kiss?)
He says grabbing her other hand to bring her closer. Aelora looks up into her brothers eyes through her lashes while blush takes over her features. She then tilts her head and raises herself on her toes to kiss his cheek to then be stopped once more by her brother. "What're you doing?" He asked her in an accusatory tone making her flinch. The stare of Aemond Targaryen was enough to kill. And right now that stare was being used on the Princess. He leans in without breaking his gaze and spoke. "I won. You do as I say. And I said. Kiss me." Without giving her time to think he captures her lips with his in a passionate and yet forceful manner. Both moaning into the kiss Aelora is the one to pull back first looking around. "What if someone sees us?" She said when Aemond tried to embrace her once more. "Who? Who's here little love? Tell me." He says. "No one is here but us and our dragons. You must trust me sister." He continued with a painful tone. Striking his sisters heart. "I do! I.. I.. I do! I swear it." Aemond allowed a small smirk to play onto his face at his sisters words. But more importantly how eager she was to prove herself to him. Gently he took her chin between his thumband index finger, lifting her head to meet his gaze. He studied her features as he has thousands of times. "I know whats best." He said. To this Aelora knew to nod her head in agreement. Her eyes... The most soft lilac hue staring back at him. Her lips that were practically screaming for him to bite them. He drank her in as the vision of the maiden herself. "Be good and give your big brother a kiss. Now." Aelora was the one this time who initiated the kiss. Though it was not as possessive as his. It was still a feeling that sent a warmth to her lower belly. Something she had felt around her beloved brother for a while now. But she could not bring herself to understand. Nor can can she ask. Aemond hung onto her lips for as long as he could before it broke. And it was a taste he wanted to enjoy everyday.
Later that evening the siblings were all informed of a family dinner taking place and attendance was mandatory. These didn't usually happen unless there was some grand news to share. Aelora took a scolding bath using her favorite vanilla oils before she was dressed and ready for supper. When it was finally time to make her way to the dining hall a knock at her door caught her attention. Of course it was he. Aemond. "Are you ready?" He asked as he extends his arm for her to take to which she does. Aemond practically drinks up her scent. Burying his nose behind her ear making her shiver as he inhaled. Ao yknagon delicious rūs mandia. (You smell delicious baby sister)
Once they enter hall they take their seats. "I assume father will not be in attendance this evening?" Aelora asks her mother as she took her seat at the end of the table across from Aemond. Alicent and Otto on one side of the table, across from them Aegon and Helaena, leaving Aemond and Aelora on both ends of the table per Aemonds insistence. Every time she'd look up from her plate she would face the stare of her big brother.
During these suppers Aemonds eye would never fall from his beloved sister. Time passed and conversation was a bit stagnant. That was until Alicent spoke up. "My dear girl. I have wonderful news. I have received word from Lord Tyrell. His eldest son Ser Loris has taken interest. And after discussing this with the King-" Aemond slammed his fist into the table making Aelora jump at the other end. "NO! Absolutely not." Otto and Alicent looked to Aemonds antics with frustration. This was not the first time Aemond has stepped in to deny a betrothal on his sisters behalf seeing as she was always too afraid to go against her mother and grandfather. "Aemond. The Tyrells control all of the grain in the Reach. We need to strengthen our alliances to secure a prosperous future." Otto interjected. Alicent knew what this was truly about on the other hand. Ever since the day she walked in on Aemond laying kisses to Aeloras face whilst she slept. Trying to distance them a bit after learning thr depth of Aemonds affections for his sister. "You dare marry her to someone so mundane? She is a Targaryen princess. She deserves better." He spoke making Aegon chucke to himself. "Aemond... Aelora will meet with Ser Loris. And that's the end of it." Alicent said in frustration. Aemond turned his head to his sister and the look he gave her almost broke her heart. "Vestragon mirros issa dōna hāedar." (Say something my sweet girl)
Aemond and Aelora the only ones present fluent in High Valyrian. Besides Helaena but she wouldn't say anything about it. Aeloras mouth fell open as she attempted to speak but inevitably nothing came out. Aemond pushed out his chair and proceeds out the doors. Aelora spent the rest of the dinner in silence. Guilt over running her. Aemond often confided in her his deepest feelings and aspirations. Even the secrets that would be considered treason if the wrong person heard it. Sometimes he will go as far as to talk about what would happen if he were king. In the dead of night Aemond would come to her through the hidden passage ways. He would lay his head in her lap while she'd stroke his head and tell him how amazing he is. Per his request. She would allow him to kiss her hands and wrist to keep him calm.
Later that night Aelora layed awake sitting up in her bed waiting for her big brother to come see her. The hour grew late. But he never came. The Princess threw on her deep green robe and started to move through the tunnels. Emotions build in her as she gets closer to her destination. Opening the door behind his tapestry she slipped into an empty room. She started to lightly sob. Tears falling down her face as she ran to his bed. She's used to spending time here as well.
Aemond walked back from the training yard with his sword still gripped in her hands. Knuckles white as his hair. Sweat glistening off his bare chest. As he reached his door he heard the sound of crying from the inside and he knew who it was. Quietly he opens the door and slips inside. Setting down his sword he stalks over to the side of the bed she lays on. Her face buried in the sheets she didn't even notice him sit down on the mattress. He looks over her with a pout before he takes his hand and runs it over the side of her face making her jump up. When their eyes connected she willed herself into his arm wrapping hers around his neck. "I'm sorry... *sniffles* I'm so sorry Aemy." Aemond brings his right arm to wrap around her body pull her closer. A small smile forms onto his face as his plan forms. Aemond pulls her back making her look him in the eye. How easy this will be. He thinks to himself.
"How could you? How could you just sit by and say nothing?" Aemond spat out at her making more tears spill from her eyes. "They want to take you away from me... and... I can't help but think you wanted this." Aeloras heart shattered at her brothers words. He had a power over her that was frightening. Aelora tried to deny his accusation but was interrupted. "You're breaking my heart..." Aelora shook her head aggressively with tears spilling staining her robe. "No, no, no, no, no. *hyperventilating* I'm sorry. I.. I have no choice. *sniffles* Please don't hate me." She broke out into violent sobs and Aemond soaks up every tear. The way he sees it every tear she sheds is a testimony of her love for her big brother. After he allowed her to cry for a bit he reached over and tucked the loose strands escaping her long braid behind her ear and shushed her. "Come here." He said. Aelora without any hesitation burried her head in his neck as she continued to cry. "I.. *sniffles* I didn't mean to make you upset with me big brother I'm sorry. *sobs* I'm so sorry." The smug grin on his face at her words... "Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. It's OK. It's OK little one." He says as he pets her head and kisses her temple. Pouting at her innocence and the sobs that are muffled buy his bare skin.
"Look at me. Look at me sweet girl." Aelora looks up at him. Her eyes red and her cheeks wet. "There she is. *cups her face* Now. Do you love me?" She nods instantly. "Then you will deny this marriage. You will stay here with me. With your big brother. And I will keep you safe." He says as he ran his thumb over her cheek. She looks panicked before she speaks. "But.. but what. *sniffles* What can I do? Mother and grandfather-" Aemond tsks a few times which makes her stop talking in fear of being scolded again. "You are a Targaryen. Your place is here. Right here. In my protection. In my bed." Aemond leans in and steals a kiss from Aelora causing her to gasp and shutter when he pulled back. He kicks off his boots before climbing in bed behind her pulling her between his legs until her back rested on his chest. His lips immediately fall down her chin to her neck before she speaks up. "B.. B.. Brother..." Aemond pulls back to look her in the eyes. From this angle she looks up at him and feels smaller than ever. "Tell me baby sister. Have you ever felt a warmth in your belly when I'm near you?" She looked down in embarrassment. Blush covering her face. "A tingle in your body? When I tell you how beautiful you are. When I hold you close. When we share a kiss. An ache? Right about... here?" Aelora gasped when Aemonds hand started to touch her lower belly but she makes no attempt to stop him. "Tell me sweet girl. Do you touch yourself?" She looked to him and sent out another soft gasp at his words and actions. "N.. No. My.. *sniffles* my septa says its sinful." His smirk spreads wider and he licks his lips. "Good girl. See? You do know how to behave." He says to her making Aelora whimper. "You will marry me. Your womb will accept my seed. You will have my children. And if that rose cunt or a lion or even one of those wildlings up North ever lay an eye on you... They will know my claim. *whispers* When they see our silver haired babes clutching at your skirts." Aelora knows her brother to be a man of his word. "Mother will never accept it. I.. I love you big brother but-" Aemond finally brought his hand to her clothed cunt making her shiver. Rubbing slow circles against the fabric it causes Aelora to grab onto his arm making him chuckle. Aemond places a kiss on her temple. "Good girl. Mmm, so receptive to your big brother." Aelora shut her eyes unable to stop him. But instead buried her face in the crook of his neck making him chuckle. "Daor jorrāelagon naejot sagon naejot shy byka mēre. Nyke aōha lēkia. Ziry iksos issa gaomilaksir naejot gūrogon care ao." (No need to be to shy little one. I am your brother. It's my duty to take care you.)
Soft moans fall from her lips making his cock harden. His motions became too much for her to handle. Just as she attempted to stop him he grabs both of her wrists to stop her. "Don't you dare." He whispers against her ear as he continued with his movements. "Aemy... please." He listens to her words with a wicked grin. "Please what? Tell me little love, please what?" He says as her legs start to spasm. She whines a bit too loud as her pleasure builds and as a result, Aemond brings his free hand up and lays it over her mouth muffling her cries. "Daor sīr loud rūs mandia. Ao jaelagon ry hen kingslanding naejot rȳbagon skoros aōha rōva lēkia iksos doing, ȳdra daor ao?" (Not so loud baby sister. You want all of KingsLanding to hear what your big brother is doing, don't you?)
Her eyes roll to the back of her head making him chuckle. "Oh you like that don't you baby girl? Look at me." Aelora brings her head out from the crook of Aemonds neck and looks up at him. His hand still rests over her mouth. He said nothing he just held eye contact. The pressure builds more and more with each circle Aemond rubs into her. Her moans get louder and Aemond connects their lips to try and muffle the cry but it was no use. Like a flood it comes washing through everything. Aelora cried out as she broke the kiss and grabbed Aemond wrist to stop him for it felt too good. But he was too strong and if anything it only made him apply more pressure to her soaked cunt through the now damp fabric of her nightgown. She tries to pull away but is stopped when Aemonds hand wraps around her throat pushing her back to rest against his chest. "Stop it! *sobs* Nooo I can't..." He turns his head to look upon her face all flushed and started to coo at her. "Yes you can. Dōna rūs mandia yes you can. *whispers* Be good for me. " (Sweet baby sister) He just kept going. He wouldn't stop. And soon... very very soon... Aelora had her very first orgasm ever. She came so hard. Crying and moans. And it was because of her favorite big brother.
Aeloras breath rose and fell as she layed there, her back against his chest. Having lost all energy to fight him off anymore. After a short bit, he stopped his torment. Nose to nose they shared each other's breath. "Such a good girl for your big brother." He cooed to her. She calms down to realize this is wrong. Tears of shame spring to her eyes as she starts to move away. Only to be stopped. Aemond grabs her by the hair making her come back to him making her wince in pain. "And here I was giving you praise. Tsk tsk tsk tsk." He then takes both hands and brings them to the sides of her robe and with all his strength, rips it at the chest making her breasts spill out into the open. Aelora feels shame and whines as her nipples start to harden. But she also feels a wanting desire to be good for her big brother like she always had. Aemond on the other hand grew erect at the sight. Pushing into her back. "Do you wish to make it up to me little love?" He whispers with his lips on her ear making her shutter. She nods unable to speak as a chill runs down her spine. "If you wish to make me happy sweet sister. Then you must behave. Do as I say. Don't fight it."
Aemond slides his hand wrapped around her throat down her now bare chest and starts to tease her nipple casuing her to moan. "Be good for me." He insists. His hands grip each side of the torn fabric and tears it further down her body. "Stand up." He orders her to which she follows. Hey night gown falls up her feat leaving her bare in front of him. Her long hair covering her breasts coming to an end at her thighs as she turns to face him. As he stands he towers over her. Aelora has always payed attention to her brothers physique. His long slender frame adorned with muscles that come from training with a sword daily. His loose silver locs that match hers. He just stands there staring at her before he speaks. "You don't have to be afraid sweet girl." He reaches his arm behind her gripping her ass and pulling her against his body. "I'm sorry..." Aelora says to him. The closeness of their bodies makes Aelora press her legs together. That same tickling sensation Aemond spoke of flooding her body once more. Aemond allows a smirk to appear on his face before he reassures her that she can earn forgiveness. But only of she does what he tells her.
With his hand still holding her close Aemond brings his free hand up to cup her face. Aelora shivers as she looks into her brothers eye. Aemond wipes away a single tear that falls for his baby sister. "Daor limagon byka mēre." (No tears little one) Aemond studies her face. Apprehension. Uneasy. But also a sliver of curiosity. "Kiss me." He says to her. Aelora takes a deep breath before inevitably standing on her toes and giving Aemond what he wanted. The kiss takes her by suprise as it lasts longer than she anticipated. It feels different. More possessive. Like he had to prove a point. The point being that she belonged to him. Aemond starts to undo his ties keeping his trousers up making them fall to his ankles. He breaks the kiss to step out of them pulling Aeloras eyes to his manhood. Her heart beats faster as she sees the slender length standing at attention. She's pulled from thought by Aemond picking her up and laying her on the bed.
Aemond lays kisses leading down her chest. His lips grazing her nipples causing her to buck her hips. His warm breath against her bare chest made her want to cry. Not in a bad way. It's just... this was not the type of attention Aemond usually gave to his beloved sister. The nights they'd spend together was what Aelora often called, innocent. He'd sit in his chair by the fireplace with his baby sister snuggled in his lap with her head on his shoulder while he read. Once he heard the pretty sound of her light snoring Aemond would carry her to the bed. Sometimes he'd get into bed and sleep with her. Other times, Aelora had awoken in the middle of the night to find Aemond sitting next to the bed watching her sleep.
"It is moments like these baby sister. That I wish I had both eyes." He says as he drinks in her beauty. Kissing down her body he reaches her lower belly. He recalls the nights when he would tickle her relentlessly. The sweet sounds emanating from her throat filling his heart with enough warmth to keep open the cracks in his frozen heart. And now. Here he is. His face hovers over his sisters womanhood and watches as she shutters from his breath just before he finally makes the connection. Aelora whines as Aemond tastes her. Lustful and greedy. Possessive. He groans at the warmth of her. The sweet taste he's always craved. The moans he's drempt of. "A.. Aemy..." She cried. His eye rolls back and his satisfied hum caused her to buck her hips. Aemond takes a breath before speaking. "Gīda aōla rūs mandia." (Behave yourself baby sister.) She looks down at him. Her core is on fire. She knows this can not be allowed. But she doesn't want him to stop. "Nyke gaomagon daor gīmigon skoros's ileynas aemy. Skoros lo..." (I do not know what's happening Aemy. What if...)
Aemond shushes her. Aelora just shrinks and stops talking. "Lo ao pāsagon issa ao jāhor daor vīlībagon bisa. Lo ao jorrāelagon issa. Pār ao jāhor rual issa naejot gaomagon skoros nyke gīmigon iksos sȳrje syt ao." (If you trust me you will not fight this. If you love me. Then you will allow me to do what I know is best for you.) He spits out making her whimper and pout. Aemond responded by spitting on her clit before sucking it aggressively. After some heavy attention Aelora nears her second peak. She's never felt the sensation before tonight so she's scared. She still doesn't know what it is. Cries and pleads for him to stop fall on deaf ears. "Wait... wait stop it!" With little upper body strength as well as being bent in half her attempts to push him away fail. As soon after the pressure building snaps. Causing her to have an orgasm. This time squirting her heavy release directly into Aemonds face which ricochets all over the bed. Aemond pulls back slightly allowing multiple spirts of her release to spray him point blank.
Heavy breathing and soft whimpers are all she can muster. Aemond on the other hand smiles and he watches Aeloras head fall back in ecstasy. He draws his lips together and blows on her quivering folds causing her to buck her hips. And Aemond to start chuckling. "So sensitive." He whispers out. Aemond sits up to start aligning himself with her. Aelora comes back to reality and tries to get away but Aemond grabs her by the throat completely catching her by suprise. "Don't. You. Fucking move." A dangerous look he gives her. Causing fear to strike her heart. She remained frozen as he slapped his hard cock against her wet clit. "You're going to take what I give to you. My sweet baby sister." Then, Aemond starts to penetrate her. Breaking her maidenhead. Ruining her forever. Aelora cries out in pain as Aemond takes her legs back into the previous position. A few small thrusts and soon enough he is fully burried inside of her. And he feels that wonderful warmth of her blood spilling down his cock. "A.. Aemy. Please..." She whimpers as Aemond starts to thrust. "I know. I know... *whispers* Tight bloody cunt all for me." Aemond bends down causing Aeloras legs to fall to the sides of his body for some relief. His face falling into the side if her neck.
Skin slapping and the wet slosh of her folds makes Aemond forget his sweet sister was not well versed in the act of pleasure. And in doing so, he started to slap his hips against hers a bit harder than he believed she could handle. But she feels so good. "Aemond!" She tried to make him understand. He was going to fast. "No inferior lord of flowers is going to take this from me. *gasps* No golden haired cunt. No... *grunting* No wildling up North." He said with such brutality and hatred dispite the pleasure he felt as he kept fucking her. "You're mine." He said through gritted teeth. "YOU'RE MINE!" He shouts through the same gritted teeth. Each thrust grew more relentless before he dug all the way in and stayed at the hilt catching his breath. But also just applying more and more pressure as he kept pushing forward. Believing that he could go deeper when in reality he could not. At this Aelora cries out. Sobs emitting from her throat and tears running down her cheeks. But she couldn't help but latch to him. Her big brother. The one who always gave such comfort. A kind word. The one who could make her day with his very presence. That warmth despite how cold he appeared to all but the young Princess.
Aemond heard her cries and felt her arms and legs wrap around him in a fierce grip. When he looked down at her face it was red. Her eyes closed scrunched in pain. And in that moment instead of sparing her further. He closes the gap and captured her lips with his before thrusting once more. This time not as harsh. Allowing for some pleasure to take over the pain. Gradually. "Hush now baby sister. You have to forgive me." He whispered menacingly over her face. Her eyes still closed he decided to kiss her tears away. Prepping kisses all over her face. Acting gentle as compared to a few moments ago. The sight of Aemonds cock red with blood was new. Yet it only entices him further. "I..it hurts A..Aemy" She sobs. He caresses her cheeks with both hands when he says, "You're so perfect." Her eyes flutter open as Aemond stops moving once more. "Breathe. Look at me little one. *eyes open* Ah there she is. Take a deep breath for me love." She does as he says and he can feel her start to relax more so he has her do it again. Pausing for a moment before spitting on his wet shaft. And also starts to play with her clit. Finally the pain passes for the most part. "Do me you love me?" He asked between thrusts. She tried to answer but was overwhelmed and just whined in response. "That's not an answer little love. Do you love me?" Aelora looked into Aemonds eye and clenched around him making him smile.
"Kessa rōva lēkia." (Yes big brother) He captures her lips with his and runs both hands up her arms until he entangled his fingers with hers. Holding her hands in place above her head. This is a dream come true. Aeloras moans are louder and more spaced signaling she's closer to a third orgasm. Aemond picks up on this and teases her a bit. "Aww what's the matter? Hm? Tell me what ails you my sweet baby sister." Her whines are sure to reach the halls. Good. He thinks to himself. "Aemy..." She can't help but choke out. Aemond lays a kiss to her forehead. "I can't help you unless you tell me." The pressure is building again. She does not hate this feeling at all. In fact it feels amazing. But she's fearful of the consequences. "It's happening again." She cries. "Let it happen. Cum for me again. Cum for me and I shall reward you." He says to her making her clench again pulling a chuckle from Aemond. Skin slapping against skin. The whines and sobs. The constant feeling of being filled and emptied. It was all too much. "Aemy please!" Aemond took notice of how her toes clenched before he heard to oh sweet beautiful sounds of his baby sister. Cummings so hard around his big uncut cock. "Ohhhh sweet girl... *laughs* I should've put a towel down. If I'd known you'd be so messy." He teases. Making another wave of spasms hit her. "Oh shhhh. It is alright. *kisses her* We will just get new sheets. Hm. Now it's time for your reward." He resumes his thrusts. Her folds pink and swollen parting ways for him once again. Puffy and beaten up. "I can't..." She cries out. "You've been such a good girl for me. What kind of big brother would I be if I did not give you what you have earned?" Thrusts, skin slapping, cries, whimpers, and panting fill the air. "Thats it. Give me my future baby sister. Give me everything." All before the final thrust. "Oh my... *panting* You... you did so well for me." He takes hold of the base of his cock. Pulling out slowly. But her tight and swollen cunt seems to be putting up a fight. "Breathe." He says to her. Slowly she let's go of him. But she can't help but clench. Successfully she is able to release him though her grip remains. Cause his body to shake after. He rests his head on her shoulder and warmth spreads across his chest as she starts to run her fingers through his hair. "I love you." He says as he kisses her. "I.. I love you too."
Not too long after Aelora is fast asleep with Aemond still laying over her watching. Moving stray hairs from her face as she stired in the night. This blissful moment was interrupted by the sound of his door opening. Quickly he turned his head to see the flow of green he knew belonged to his mother Queen Alicent Hightower. Her steps stutter for a moment at the sight before her. Her innocent daughter... in the arms of her brother... Her steps resume towards the bed. "What have you..." Aemond cut her off seething and speaking lowly through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare wake her!" She stops immediately in her tracks. Aelora starts to grumble and stir in her sleep. "Mm. Aemy..." Aemond smiled down at her like an eager child feasting on sweets. How she calls for him even in her sleep. "Shh. Shh. Shhhh. I am here. Go back to sleep little love." She responds by turning more into his body for warmth. He runs the back of his hand down the side of her face in complete bliss before he remembered. His mother... Slowly Aemond gets out of bed as Alicent leaves the room. He grabs a robe near the fireplace wrapping it around his body. He then kneels on the bed before pressing a kiss to Aeloras forehead.
Aemond walked into the hall to see his mother pacing back and forth. "There is no one in this world who has the ability to ruin a such perfect moment quite like you." Aemond said before being slapped across the face. "What have you done to your sister!?" Alicent asks. Her face as red as her hair. He adjusts his jaw before speaking. "What is well within my right. You were going to sell her to some flowered cunt." Alicent was fuming. "She is your sister."
"She is a Targaryen as am I. You could never understand. The pull to your own blood." He was committed to getting that which was already his. "It is a sin against the gods. We made an exception for Aegons claim. But this..." She was cut off. "Her blood stains my sheets. My seed has probably already taken root. And come morning. She will be carrying my son. Proudly." All Alicent could do was shed a few tears and shake her head. "She is an innocent." She said to him. "Indeed. And I owe that to you mother. Your insistence on keeping her pure. Innocent. Mm. Naive... She didn't even know what a orgasm was until I showed her." He laughed in her face. Alicent swung her arm again but her wrist was caught in Aemonds grip. "Come morning. She will be carrying my heir. And come morning. You will betrothe she and I. We will marry in a fortnight as to not raise suspicion. You will do this. Or I will steal her away and you will never see either of us again." He meant every word. And he knew Alicent now had no choice. Meanwhile in the room Aelora woke up all alone. From outside the doors they can hear her faintly cry out for her big brother. "A.. Aemy?" Aemond immediately pushes Alicent away. Telling her to fetch her person handmaiden to come and collect the sheets to burn them before the sun rose. "Aemy." He heard as he stepped in the door. He looked to see Aelora sitting up in bed with tears in her eyes. The bloody layer of the sheets were now discarded to the floor also. When she turned to see him she reached her arms out to him. He came rushing over. Pulling her into his arms. "Whats the matter sweet girl? Did you have a nightmare? Hm?" He asked. She shook her head. "I.. I thought you left me." She said in a tone that could break your heart. But only caused Aemond to smile more. Her neediness will come in handy. "Never. I swear to you. You shall remain with me always. You will see. You will never leave my side. Not ever." None of you will. He thinks as he places her hand on her belly. Imagining her growing fat with his child. A round belly. Chubby cheeks. Large breasts full of milk for he himself his children to drink. "I can not wait until you are nice and heavy. And I shall keep you that way." He whispers as she drifts back into sleep.
The next morning Aelora was shocked when her mother announced her engagement to Aemond. More. That they'd be wed in a matter of two weeks. At this she was happy. She'd get to stay with her big brother forever. The day of the wedding came and Alicent couldn't help but tear up at her daughter in her white wedding dress. As happy as can be. Not understanding why this is all happening but doesn't seem to care in the slightest. "Don't cry mother. Aemond loves me. And he will never mistreat me. I know it to be true. He will take care of me forever. And I will get to remain here with you." She said smiling in the sun. On the way to the wheelhouse. Aemond stood in the Sept of Baelor awaiting his bride. His future. And the wedding went off perfectly. That night they spent in extacy and screams. No bedding ceremony per Aemonds demand. But not shy about alerting the entire court of their coupling. Well after the wedding it was common talk around the keep of the princess changing her entire wardrobe. Wearing clothes that were picked and approved by Aemond more conservative. Showing less skin than usual to hide the bruises and hickeys.
Months later, Aelora gave birth to their first child. As well as their second. Two newborn sons. Maegor and Rhaegyr. Proud names chosen by their proud father. Aelora remains in bed with her mother doting on her while Aemond stands with both sons in his arms. Adoring their sleeping faces. "You've done well my girl." Alicent says to Aelora. "Yes indeed." Aemond says pulling her attention away from their mother. Eager to please him. As always... Aemond turned to look at her. Moving to the bed she takes Maegor from his left arm. Allowing him enough freedom in movement to sit down. "I told you you'd give me a son. And you went beyond all expectation. Not just delivering one son but two." He continued. She smiled at his praise. Especially when he moved closer and kissed her. "Sȳz riña." (Good girl) He said in their ancestral language so Alicent couldn't understand.
Aemond praise was always something she would seek out. His approval meant everything to her. His approval his praise... his rewards when she was good... "I recommend that you wait six weeks before joining in your marriage bed once more." The Maester said. Causing Aemond to take a puff of annoyance. "Maester? A moment?" Alicent asked as she stepped into the hall with the man. Aelora smiled at the twins before she spoke to Aemond. "I am sorry I can not lay with you Aemond." He looks to her. Cupping her cheek with his hand. "No matter." He slides his thumb over her lip before putting the tip in her mouth. "You will take your rewards whenever I see fit to give them. Won't you? You like swallowing your rewards don't you?" She nodded eagerly. "Kessa rōva lēkia." (Yes big brother.) "Good girl. Not to worry. You will give me another child soon enough."
I swear I just rematches sweet home again and I fr needed this (*っ･з･)ﾉ
could you write a headcanon or a scenario like dating lee eunhyuk i'm soft for him :(
i'll do a scenario bc i've written like one actual piece for a month and i need to write more than just headcanons LOL. lets just pretend that in this eun-hyuk sleeps in the security office. he's got like a little bedroll or something on the floor 😭
sorry this is short! this is more of a drabble than a full fic but i hope you enjoy it anyways. gender neutral!!
1 in the afternoon — lee eun-hyuk
eun-hyuk had so much on his shoulders.
you could tell he was stressed from the hunched shoulders and constant furrowed eyebrows, and— as his partner— you wanted to do something to try and cheer him up. it wouldn't be much, but spending at least some time with him without so much depressing talk going on might make him feel at least somewhat better. it would be a start.
you hadn't been dating for a long time. you had officially gotten together right before the apocalypse happened (it's still weird, knowing there's an actual apocalyptic event happening right outside your door), but you had already acted like a couple even before he officially asked you to be his partner.
with the recent events, eun-hyuk was put in charge. he was calm and level-headed, able to make quick and rational decisions. he proved himself when a monster from outside almost got into the green home, but he never signed up for it.
he spent a lot of his time in the security room close to the daycare. he would spend hours watching the security cameras and contemplate god knows what sitting in there by himself. you couldn't handle seeing him like this anymore.
he suffered in silence. he didn't want to bring you down with him. what he didn't understand was how much he truly meant to you, and seeing him under so much pressure made you upset. all you wanted was for him to be able to be open and honest with you about how he was feeling.
the door to the security office creaked open and you hesitated before stepping inside. you could only hope that he would be grateful for your presence. you contemplated turning around, but shook your head. you couldn't turn your back on the man you loved and cared for the most.
his back was turned to you and his eyes were glued onto the security camera footage in front of him. he was so focused on the tapes that he didn't even notice the sound of the door open. "eun-hyuk?" you asked, hoping it would get his attention. he only hummed in response. he was so.. different. it pained you to see him this way.
you pursed your lips and took a few steps forward. you grabbed a chair from where you were standing and sat it next to where your boyfriend sat staring at the cameras. "aren't you tired?" you asked, taking a seat next to him. he shrugged, "not really." his words told you one thing, but the bags under his eyes told an entirely different story. you grabbed onto one of his hands, which finally grabbed and held onto his attention.
"you need to sleep, eun-hyuk." you told him firmly. you wouldn't take no for an answer anymore, you told yourself as he looked deep into your eyes. from his expression, he looked calm as he always does. though, in his eyes, you could tell that something was wrong. "you need a break, just like everyone else. just because you were made the de facto leader doesn't mean you don't deserve to rest." you said after a few moments of sitting in silence. he only looked at you, not saying anything else. "please. i'll stay with you."
he shook his head again. "i have to make sure everything runs smoothly. i can't take breaks when doing this." eun-hyuk sounded exhausted, taking deep breaths in-between his sentences. "honey. please." you begged, your voice getting quieter and quieter with every word. "i'm worried about you. you spend all of your time in here. i know you want to protect everyone, but i want to protect you from yourself." he doesn't reply to you, but his body loosens up and he stands from the chair. you can almost hear the cracks of his bones when he does so.
you get out of your chair and move closer to him, gently wrapping your arms around his waist as you try to pull him as close to you as possible. you rub calming circles on his back with your palms and nuzzle your face into his chest. he lets out a breath, and he shuts his eyes.
"i needed this." is the only thing he says to you, and you smile as you pull away from the hug. "c'mon. let's lie down."
he smiles. a real and beautiful smile. your heart aches at the look on his face. it's the happiest he's been since the apocalypse started, and you're glad you could be the cause of it.
you tug him over to his makeshift bed in the far corner of the room and he lies down on it, his eyes closing like they did during the hug. though, this time, you climb into his bed next to him and cuddle up against his side, resting your cheek on the palm of your hand as try to look at his face. his cheeks are dusted with a barely noticeable pink, but he has the ghost of a smile etched across his features.
"hey, eun-hyuk?"
"hm?"
"can i kiss you?" you said.
"please."
his voice sounded desperate, like he'd been waiting for you to ask the entire time you'd been in the room with him. he sits up and his hands immediately grab onto your waist to pull you closer to him. you don't kiss him yet, instead you take a moment to admire him and his facial features.
he was so beautiful inside and out. he never knew how incredible he was and you could only hope that you were showing him through your words and actions.
you kissed him without any hesitancy. he melted into your touch and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him as softly as you could. his entire body was and you can see that you're actually helping him. he'll try to pull you closer and eventually pull you onto his lap. he couldn't hold back his laughter as you kiss him. he hadn't felt that much joy in so incredibly long that finally experiencing it again felt like a dream come true.
you pulled away after a few more moments and he leaned after your lips, eyes still closed as he doesn't want you to pull away from him yet.
"thank you for this." he spoke after a brief moment of sitting quietly, just silently admiring each other. he would still have his hands resting on your waist, a smile on his lips. "you don't have to thank me." you peck his lips.
"i'd do anything for you, eun-hyuk. i know you don't realize how important you are to me but with all of this i just.. i know how you need love." he didn't reply but his facial expression says it all. his body tensed up at the mention of the current situation but relaxes after you tangle your hands into his hair. "can we do this again?" you laugh. "of course. now c'mon, love. let's get to bed."
even if it was 1 in the afternoon, eun-hyuk didn't care. he was with you, and that was all that mattered.
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Which Boyfriend Calls Back First?
Pairing: Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and your friends test your boyfriends' responsiveness with a playful TikTok challenge, and naturally, your devoted boyfriend In-ho is the first to call back.
Warnings: Fluff, Cute!inho, Clingy!Inho, Protective!Inho.
Word count: 1k
You and your four friends—Yuri, May, Chaein, and Hayoung—gather around the dining table, each of you armed with your smartphones. The room buzzes with a mix of excitement and nervous laughter as you all prepare to join the latest TikTok trend: determining which of your boyfriends will respond the fastest to a missed call.
"Okay, ladies, are we ready?" Yuri asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Ready!" everyone chimes in unison.
You steal a glance at your friends, feeling the collective anticipation building up. "Alright, on the count of three: one, two, three!" you call out.
You all dial your respective partners simultaneously and then quickly hang up, creating what’s known as a "flash" call. The five of you place your phones back on the table, the screens facing up, and exchange amused and curious glances, eager to see which boyfriend will react first.
May leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. "I bet Mark will call me back first. He's always so quick to respond."
Chaein laughs, shaking her head. "Oh please, Sunoo is definitely the fastest. Just wait and see."
You feel a familiar flutter of excitement as you look at your phone, fully confident in In-ho’s attentiveness. "Well, let’s just see about that," you say, grinning.
"Honestly, In-ho will probably call back first because he's so obsessed with Y/N. I mean, I'm surprised he even let her come out tonight," Yuri jokes with a knowing smile.
It was no exaggeration; you and In-ho were practically inseparable. He despised being apart from you and would become upset if you were away for even a few hours. Heading out tonight to spend time with your friends had been an uphill battle, as he did everything he could to persuade you to stay with him instead. His unwavering devotion and the way he always wanted to be near you were endearing, adding a touch of romance to your relationship that made your bond even stronger.
Within moments, your phone lights up and starts ringing. The screen displays In-ho's name, and your heart does a little flip. You catch the surprised looks from your friends and can't help but laugh.
"Damn, In-ho’s fast!" Hayoung exclaims, genuinely impressed.
You pick up your phone, feeling a surge of warmth. "Hello?" you answer, trying to suppress a giggle.
"Is everything okay?" In-ho’s voice comes through, filled with concern.
"Everything's fine, love. It was just a little game we were playing," you say, your voice softening.
In-ho is renowned for his authoritative role and his emotionally guarded demeanor, but in moments like these, the depth of his love for you becomes undeniably clear. Despite the demands of his position as the Front Man, where he commands control and garners respect from everyone around him, you are the exception to his rigid exterior. Even amidst his busy schedule, he always ensures to carve out time for you, willing to drop anything at a moment's notice just to be by your side.
The room fills with light-hearted groans and chuckles as your friends mock-complain about losing the lighthearted competition. "Looks like Y/N's the winner," Yuri concedes with a playful pout.
You walk into another room, still on the phone with your love. In-ho's concern is palpable, yet there's a gentle humor in his voice as he says, "I could hear those groans and laughs—sounds lively over there."
"It's definitely lively," you reply, a soft laugh escaping. "We're just caught up in a silly game right now. But everything's all good, nothing to worry about."
There’s a brief pause, and you can imagine him thoughtfully staring into the distance, just as he often does.
"Are you having fun?" he asks, his tone lightening.
You smile, "Yeah, it's a lot of fun. We're all really into these goofy challenges."
"Good," In-ho replies, a warm undertone in his voice. "Do you need me to pick up anything from the store before you come back home?"
You think for a moment and then smile. "Actually, could you grab some snacks for later? You know, our usuals."
"Consider it done," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Anything else?"
"No, that should be it. Thanks, love," you say, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Just get yourself home safely."
"I will," he promises. "I miss you."
Your heart swells at his simple admission. "I miss you too," you reply softly. "I'll see you soon."
As you hang up, your thoughts wander to the unique dynamic of your relationship with In-ho. You know that most people would probably find having a clingy, overprotective boyfriend suffocating or annoying. They might complain about the constant check-ins or the way he always wants to know you're safe. But for you, it's different. His attentiveness and concern are like a warm blanket on a cold night—they wrap you in a sense of comfort and security that you've come to cherish deeply.
You love how every call, every message from him is a small reminder that you are loved and valued. In a world that often feels chaotic and unpredictable, his protective nature provides a reassuring constant. In-ho has a way of making you feel like you are the most important person in his world, and it's a feeling you wouldn't trade for anything.
Your mind drifts back to a conversation you had with him not long ago. He had confessed that he had never been this way with anyone before. "I've never felt the need to be so protective," he had admitted, his voice soft but sincere. "But with you, I just want to make sure you're always okay."
His words had struck a chord deep within you. Knowing that his behavior wasn't a default setting but something unique to your relationship made you appreciate it even more. It was as if you had unlocked a part of him that had remained hidden until you came into his life.
Rejoining your friends, you can't help but smile, the warmth of In-ho's recent call lingering like a tender embrace. The noise and laughter around you feel a bit more vibrant, the evening a bit more enjoyable, all because of the love and devotion you know is waiting for you at home.
It's cold and Aizawa hasn’t offered you his coat.
You two have been seeing each other for the past three months, you’ve known him longer. There’s little dates when you both have the time, at his place but it’s usually yours. He spends the night, you order take out when you both can’t bare to cook, and you spend your nights reading while he dozes next to you.
Its quite domestic for such a new relationship.
And it’s not like you wouldn’t call him chivalrous, he’s as chivalrous as you like in a guy, a good in-between. But you wish he would look at you and notice that you’re shivering.
Now your footsteps are getting heavier with each passing moment, the aggravation becoming more and more apparent on your features as the chill in the air gets colder and colder. You think you might kill him, and you secretly hope he looks your way–
“Are you okay?” Shouta asks, circling his arm around your waist. He pulls you against him and the warmth is good for the moment.
You’re still mad, or at least you want to stay mad. “Just say you hate me.”
He’s grinning now, its subtle but it’s still a grin. And you’re tempted to push him away and continue sulking in your annoyance.
“You’ve been shivering for the past 10 minutes, you don't want my jacket?” He’s teasing you, his hand squeezing the flesh above your hip, through your clothes. You can sort of smell his cologne but it’s too faint compared to the smell of earthiness and crisp air.
You look at him, really look at him, and you can’t help the smile growing on your face. It makes your cheeks hurt in the cold air.
“I thought you were gonna be a gentleman and keep me warm,” You reply, more sugary than you’d like to come off.
He’s looking at you with that lazy look in his eyes, the same one he gives you before he’s about to tell you some boring joke in bed.
He chuckles dryly and pulls away from you, taking his coat off and draping it over your shoulders. And you can’t help but think he looks cute in his fitted henley shirt.
“Is that warm enough?” He presses a chaste kiss into your temple before wrapping an arm around your waist for a second time.
You mumble a quick “yeah” and lean into him.
This is my first sangwoo fanfic I've ever read and AHHH GURLL U DO NOT DISSAPOINT I LOVE IT SO SO MUCHHHH I LOVE YOUR WORKS AND BLOGS MWA MWA CHEIFS KISS
BLACKEST DAY
pairing: cho sangwoo x fem reader
summary: old feelings are rekindled when you encounter your father's old friend at the games.
warnings: age gap (reader is 20, sangwoo is 46) badly written smut, face slapping, slightly toxic dynamics, a smidge of some age-gap kink. lots of angst. body worship. this is a oneshot.
word count: around 5k
[feedback and reblogs are a writer's biggest motivation.]
MASTERLIST
life has a funny way of reuniting people.
when you woke up in the hall, surrounded by strangers wearing those ugly green clothes much like yourself, your first thought was— 'i should have brought someone with me.'
you were always rather wary of doing things by yourself. things seem much easier when you have a helping hand to give you advice, or to make bad decisions together.
your first shock came upon the mention of his name, taken by one of the guards.
player 218, cho sangwoo.
your eyes snapped up to the screen where you could see a clip of him getting slapped after repeatedly losing the game.
"former supervisor of team two at joy investments, embezzled money from his clients, invested it in derivatives and figures and failed. current loss, 650 million won."
you looked around frantically before you caught sight of him— handsome as ever, although visibly distraught. his shocked eyes were looking at the guards with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
you had known sangwoo since you were rather young. idolized him at one point, even. he and your father used to be some sort of business partners— which you can guess was another word for friends who gambled and hung out occasionally. most of your years went by with him acknowledging you politely, getting you chocolate everytime he came to visit, and patting your head with a proud smile whenever your parents told him about one of your achievements at school. you wanted to be like him— smart, ambitious and a hard worker.
you'd moved off for college when you were of age, and according to his mother, he had moved to the US for business purposes.
which, as you can see, didn't work out.
you don't really try to make conversation with him, don't even look at his side of the room. mainly because you're embarrassed. there are two reasons— the first being that you don't want to see the man you idolized at a place like this. and the second is personal. your last memory of him isn't something you're fond of. it still fills you with resentment and a sense of sadness— you had asked to meet up with him before you were going off to college, hoping to express your feelings. you'd developed a childish crush on him when you were growing up, and it had expanded into genuine feelings over time.
but he never showed up, and you were left sitting in the expensive restaurant all by yourself. you never revealed that to anyone, deciding to take that moment of humiliation to the grave.
the first game was terrifying, to say the least. while you could tell there was something inherently shady about the whole organization, what left you in genuine shock was the first shot that rang out through the field, killing the person who moved. you were careful about your steps then, walking forward rather meticulously, ensuring you were not a victim in whatever hellhole you've found yourself in.
splatters of blood covered your face as you almost reached the line, hiding behind another taller man. there were a mere 10 seconds left. your heart was quite literally trying to beat out of your chest, and sweat dripped down your forehead. and that's when you first made eye contact with him.
sangwoo, who was bent in half, was panting as he looked at the finish line. his gaze rose, and connected with yours— eyes immediately widening with recognition. you were frozen as you looked at him, jaw clenched and panic stricken. he looked at the timer, and the doll turned away. you quickly began running, and you saw him straighten up as the timer began nearing zero. you jumped across the finish line, and his hand grabbed you to help. you stumbled into him and the both of you fell onto the dusty ground— a mess of sweaty limbs.
you don't say a word to him as the guards guide you back to the hall. he is just as silent behind you, and you wonder if it's because he's embarrassed about being there, or if he remembered what he did to you and is reluctant to acknowledge you after.
"i didn't expect to see you here." he remarks quietly, voice grim. his head is lowered, and there's an almost disappointed look in his eyes.
the audacity.
"i could say the same about you," you shoot back dryly, sitting cross legged on the floor. he looks at you then, and your gaze challenged his.
"you've grown since i last saw you." he adds, and you scoff in response. so what? you were still bitter.
"it's just two years."
he clenches his jaw and looks away, his ears feeling hot. you've always had a problem with keeping your mouth shut, and apparently it still applies. you look up at him, eyes accusatory.
"i thought you went to the states." there's a taunting edge to your voice— rather shallow and childish on your end, but you can't help yourself. you're playing with life and death, but still you're angrier about your history with him than anything else.
"all those degrees just to scam people? i'd expect more from someone like you, mr. sangwoo—"
"you don't know what you're talking about," he shuts your words down quickly, voice firm. he's quick to change the topic, visibly agitated. "i thought you went to college. what happened to your—"
"father?" you interrupt, sitting straighter. "he got scammed."
you look at him pointedly as you say the last word, and his eye twitches.
"he gambled away his money on some non existent race. i dont live with him anymore and i need money to continue college and pay rent. my mom doesn't know and i don't wanna worry her." you take a sharp breath, voice getting lower, "my landlady threw me out before i found the ddakji guy."
his face softens with every sentence, an expression close to pity taking over. you hate pity, so you shut it down with a glare.
"don't give me that look," you sigh with exhaustion, running a hand down your face.
"i'm sorry to hear that," he says quietly, avoiding your eyes. he blinks a few times, adjusts his glasses. he doesn't know what else to say, and he's almost glad for the interruption when the staff walks in and announces the results of the first game.
it's so sudden how people begin to beg for their lives— kneeling before the guards, pleading to be spared. it makes you feel sorry and disgusted at the same time— you can understand why they'd do so, but you can't imagine kneeling before an organisation like this in any way. you value your dignity.
when the gunshot rings out to silence the begging crowd, the guard announces the second clause of the contract: a player who refuses to play will be terminated.
your head snaps up at the sound of sangwoo's confident voice.
"clause three of the consent form—" he steps forward, "the games may be terminated upon a majority vote."
the guard nods, "that is correct."
"then," he looks around, and his eyes fall on you. he looks away, and cocks his head to the side, "let us take a vote."
you almost feel that sense of admiration for him once again— he was always smart, that you can admit. more attentive than others, better at remembering little details. he's stepping forward to directly challenge these guards while people are begging for their lives. he's brave, like he's always been.
you fall in line beside him, and he looks down at you. you give him a slight nod, before your attention is diverted to the next announcement. the staff then show the money accumulated by the deaths of the previous player— 100 million won for each. as the massive piggy bank hanging from the ceiling glows, you can feel him stiffen at the mere sight of the money.
and the voting starts. your number comes soon enough— player 420.
you don't hesitate.
this money is not more important than your life. you need to consider all your options— you're not confident that you would make it till the end. and you don't want to fucking die yet.
you press the cross, and fall into the crowd.
sangwoo's number comes a while after— and you watch him like a hawk. you know he's a smart guy who knows better than to put himself in a compromising situation. you hope he'll help you go home.
until he presses the 'O.'
you feel utterly betrayed once again and he goes to his side of the crowd, not looking at you even once. you scoff to yourself, baffled by his audacity, before redirecting your focus to the voting counter. you start hoping your side wins purely out of spite.
player 001 presses X. your side erupts into cheers and you let out a breath of relief, glancing at sangwoo who stands frozen with his head lowered.
you don't remember much after.
the car ride feels suffocating— everything is dark. there's shuffling before you feel yourself being shoved, and you let out a yelp as your bare skin hits the gravel. "ouch— fuck!"
you hear your name— and recognise the voice.
"mister sangwoo?" you gasp, and hear a pained 'yes'. you can feel a cloth wrapped around your eyes, and your hands and legs are tied. you groan, shifting and writhing on the ground, impatiently trying to free yourself. you feel teeth on the front of your wrists before your hands are released.
you sit up quickly and snatch the cloth off your eyes. you turn to sangwoo then, and quickly untie his wrists. he grunts before sitting up, and the two of you untie your legs.
"shit, it's cold—" you hiss, quickly standing up. those bastards had only left you in a plain white sports bra and underwear. he was naked as well save for a pair of white boxers. the sight makes your skin feel hot, and you take a greedy but discreet glance at his chest before rushing towards your jeans and hoodie that are tossed to the side of the road, quickly getting dressed.
you clear your throat and turn around, only to see him quickly looking away from you, his clothes still in his hands. your eyes narrow knowingly and he wordlessly gets dressed, buttoning up his white shirt.
"are we still in seoul?" you ask, and he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses before looking up towards the buildings. he nods, and you shiver slightly.
he turns to you and hesitates before moving forward to put his grey blazer over you. you raise your eyebrows in question, and he doesn't respond before checking his pockets.
"are you hungry?" he asks, and almost comically in that same moment your stomach growls. he holds back a smile, and you wrap his blazer tighter around yourself.
you rest your head against the table while you wait. you can feel it pounding, but the smell of hot ramen tempts you to raise it. he takes a seat beside you and places the steaming bowl in front of you.
"do you have the money for this?" you cant help but ask.
"dont worry about it," he says with a wave of his hand, bringing out his chopsticks to eat. you decide to leave the job of worrying to him and get to eating.
you're a rather slow eater, and he doesn't complain. he steps out of the store, and you can see his back as he takes out a cigarette. you slurp up the rest of your food and follow him out.
"i don't feel that cold anymore," you hand him his blazer, and he turns to look at you. you're thankful about your self control, because he is a sight. so devilishly handsome even after witnessing such horrors— his cigarette teasingly hanging off his lips, the smoke wafting up and making his eyes squint just a little. his glasses make him look so much more sophisticated, or perhaps you have a thing for nerdy looking men. you're not a smoker, but he makes it look so good. if you were a weaker woman, you would've gasped. no wonder half of your childhood went by with that barely disguised crush on him— no wonder no guy your age back in college seemed good enough.
you clear your throat, bring yourself back to earth and continue. "you can have it. thank you."
he takes the blazer with a nod and puts it on. takes another puff of the cigarette, and watches you look around.
"i thought you'd come back with an american wife." you almost cringe at your own words. but conversation is conversation, you don't know how else to start. it's a discreet way to find out his relationship status, if any.
"marriage is the last thing on my mind." he responds quietly, taking a puff. you look at the side of his face, and his eyes stare at the road in front of him— thoughtful. you wonder what he's thinking about.
"where will you go?" he asks without looking at you.
you shrug, "i don't know."
"do you have any money?"
you pause, suddenly feeling a sense of dread. you have no money, and what little you got from the ddakji guy, you spent on your rent. which got you thrown out anyway.
your silence speaks volumes. he tosses the cigarette to the floor and stomps on it. you sigh.
"i don't have any money."
"come with me," he looks at you, gaze intense and serious. "i have enough for the both of us. atleast for a few days till we can figure things out."
"why?" you cross your arms over your chest almost defensively, eyes narrowing with suspicion.
he grits his teeth as he glares at you, mouth twitching. he looks away then, tonguing the inside of his cheek before returning your gaze. "you have nowhere else to go. it wouldn't be responsible to leave you alone like this."
you almost scoff— the words on the tip of your tongue. but you were okay with leaving me alone back then? but you don't say it, not yet, because you could use his financial help right now. you sigh, before nodding, and gesturing forward.
"fine, lead the way."
the motel he takes you to looks respectable enough. you look around, eyeing the plain decor. the man behind the counter looks at the two of you, and then gives sangwoo a toothy grin, which immediately alerts you.
"only one room available."
sangwoo doesn't protest. he doesn't have the finances to get two separate rooms either. he opens the room and you go in first, looking around. there's a single bed and some flashy lights, and it makes you roll your eyes. you turn around to settle him with a pointed look.
"it's better than i thought," he grunts, taking his blazer off as he takes in the scene. he steps forward and drags a finger down the side table, examines the dust it leaves on his skin with mild disgust.
you bite your lower lip as you watch him— his shirt stretching across his chest, his hair falling messily across his forehead. his glasses resting delicately on the bridge of his nose.
fucking nerd.
his gaze snaps up to you and that's when you realize you'd said that out loud. you wince, looking away and he straightens up, blinking innocently.
"you're still upset with me."
you cross your arms over your chest as you sit on the bed. you quirk an eyebrow, and he cocks his head to the side, eyeing you from a respectable distance.
you decide to play dumb.
"about what?"
he's not amused. he stares at you, expression serious and intense, "i didn't plan to stand you up that day."
so we're going straight to it, you think.
"then why did you?" you snap, unable to hold back the hurt from your voice, "i waited for an hour. you never came. i wanted to talk to you."
"i know." he nods. he walks up to you then, stands at the foot of the bed. "i know what you wanted to talk to me about. i was scared."
you freeze, looking at him cautiously, your heartbeat rising. "scared?"
"i knew you had feelings for me." he sighs, sitting down beside you. his voice is hushed, making the moment feel more intimate than you'd like. "i could tell that's what you wanted to talk to me about. it terrified me."
your breath feels like it's knocked out of your lungs. you swallow the lump in your throat, holding back the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. "did anyone ever tell you that you're an asshole?"
he grunts, takes out another cigarette. he lights it up and takes a long drag— taking his time to respond.
"many people," he says, blowing some smoke through his nostrils. the sight almost makes your mouth water, but you ignore it.
"you're a dick," you shoot back dryly.
"what i am—" he points his cigarette at you, "— is too old for you. surely you didn't think it was a good idea?"
"you could've rejected me instead," you chuckle bitterly, "but you decided to leave me there to look stupid."
"you were too young." his voice is low, and his response almost makes you want to strangle him. he dusts some ash off his cigarette, adjusts his glasses, and looks at you with an intensity that makes your skin feel hot. "i couldn't keep you happy even if i wanted to."
you frown, gritting your teeth. he looks away.
"you looked at me like i hung the moon and the stars." he continues, looking ahead at the wall, gaze distant. "i couldn't maintain those expectations. we were in two completely different stages. you were meant to go to college, study well, get a good job, a boy your age—"
"stop talking like you're my father," you snap before he can finish, standing up. there's heat behind your glare and you almost laugh at his expression, "i had no expectations from you. so stop with your- your little— excuses. what's done is done, right? you've stood me up once, no need to reject me by wording it smartly. i don't wanna be with you anymore anyway."
that was a lie. you just hoped he couldn't see through your act. you're riled up because you're still affected by him, and his polite behaviour is driving you insane— you want to tear away at his walls, expose the passion he hides behind his smart guy facade. you know it because you've seen it in the way his eyes light up when he talks about his ambitions— how willing he is to cross any line to achieve what he wants. you want to butcher his self control and unleash the animal underneath, the one he's so desperate to hide. it's what made you fall for him in the first place.
he merely looks at you boredly, taking another drag of his cigarette. you snatch it off him, bring it to your own lips. he looks at you with mild shock as you take a drag, and you blow the smoke out on his face.
it all goes smoothly until you cough, and he's snatching the cigarette away again, watching you almost amusedly.
"you can't even handle a cigarette," he remarks dryly, putting it out on the bedframe. and that one line finally ticks you off. almost as if on instinct, your hand pulls back and delivers a sharp slap to his face— making it turn to the side. he snorts, adjusts his glasses again before he looks at you, unimpressed.
"you've been waiting to do that, haven't you?" he asks. your nostrils flare with anger. you can't hurt him physically— but your tongue is sharp. you'll use it.
"you're one to talk about different stages in life," you add, leaning towards him. a smirk curls upon your face, "look at you. all that ambition and experience only to end up scamming people."
out of the need to provoke him, your hand shoots out, jabbing a finger to his chest.
"how would your mother feel if she found out?"
it's a low blow, and you would be ashamed if it hadn't worked. it does its work to finally get to him. he grabs your wrist, and harshly pulls you down towards him, knocking your breath out. he shoves you on the bed and hovers over you, panting slightly. you chuckle.
"my life is hard enough," he hisses sharply, body trembling with concealed rage. his gaze drifts down to your lips before settling upon your eyes again. "do you really want to keep testing me?"
you can't help but smile smugly as you stare at him. there he is— almost on the verge of losing his composure. a few more quips and you're sure he'll crumble. it makes your skin feel tingly. your face leans up slightly, your hungry gaze drifting down to his lips. your hand reaches up, pries his glasses off his face. and then you flick his nose.
"fuck you."
the way his mouth comes crashing onto yours is animalistic. he desperately kisses you with the passion of a madman— his tongue entering your mouth and messily colliding with your own. as if to tease him, you bite his bottom lip sharply and he pulls back, eyes widening as a small trickle of blood falls down the corner of his mouth. his hand pulls back and strikes you across the face, and you can't help but laugh. your cheek stings and feels like it's burning— and you're addicted. you hope he'll do it again. you look back at him with an almost crazed look in your eyes, and you can see it finally dawn upon him that he's finally giving you exactly what you wanted.
"you're enjoying this too much, you little minx—" he hisses, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. your hands immediately reach up to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as you try to keep up with his pace. he pulls away and tosses his shirt to the side, and you take that opportunity to use all your strength to flip the two of you around so he's the one on his back. it makes him gasp, and you look down at him with darkened eyes— a finger teasingly running down his chest, making him let out a shudder.
he's the object of all your desires for as long as you've ever known. the man of your dreams, the man that you kept comparing every single one of your college boys to. no wonder they never seemed good enough. how could they? they were no match for this beautiful man laying under you.
with a newfound vigour your head drops to his neck, licking and kissing every inch of his skin. your hungry mouth trails down his chest, breathing in the smell of him, leaving greedy bites in its wake. the sounds your actions evoke out of him are downright pornographic— soft, breathless groans that make you want to consume him entirely. his hand comes down to your head, holding you in place as you worship his body— and you moan when his fingers dig into your scalp.
your lips leave a wet trail and cherry red bites down his torso, until you reach the waistband of his pants. teasingly, you mouth at his bulge, making him hiss in return. his hips buck up slightly and you place a soft kiss to the material before leaning up to his face. his hands wrap around your waist and he flips the two of you over again, desperately tearing away at your clothes.
"i shouldn't be doing this," he mutters under his breath, talking more so to himself than you. you raise your hips and he pulls your jeans down, a throaty groan escaping him at the sight of your panties. they're almost transparent from how wet you are. he frees himself from the confines of his underwear and you watch with fascination as he holds you down with a hand on your stomach. you're panting when he's pushing them to the side and entering you immediately— making you scream from the stretch.
he clenches his jaw, squeezes his eyes shut as he buries himself to the hilt with a grunt. you choke on a pained sob, your fingers digging into his back as he grabs the side of your face.
"it hurts—" you hiss through gritted teeth, a tear running down your cheek. it burns, and he waits a second before wordlessly pulling back and thrusting again. the pain morphs into pleasure soon enough, and you whine as he falls into an easy rhythm, wrapping your legs around his waist. you whine in return, and he gives your cheek a light slap, prompting you to open your eyes. your breath hitches as he looks at you intensely— his own eyes glassy.
"not that young now am i?" you grit out with a glare, crying out as he retaliates with a harsh, pointed thrust. "y-you're my first—"
"fuck," he moans, his head dropping down to your chest. his thrusts get quicker, voice raspy and low, "don't— don't say that—"
"i always wanted you to take my virginity," you moan, throwing your head back, dragging your nails down his back. it makes him hiss, "ever since i was a—"
he slams his hand on your mouth, refusing to allow you to finish your sentence. "shut the fuck up."
he doesn't want to be reminded of the age difference between you two, even though you can tell it gets him hot. the moment his hand clasps over your mouth, you cum with a loud moan. your body trembles but he keeps going— not allowing you a moment to breathe. his eyes are full of rage as he bares his teeth in anger. you chuckle breathlessly against his hand, your eyes fluttering. he looks like an angry cat— you want to kiss him all over his face. his thrusts eventually get sloppy— he's close.
you lock your legs tightly around his waist, and he smacks you again. it surprises you this time, and he takes that opportunity to pull out, jerking himself off quickly.
"i can't afford taking risks," he grunts, clenching his jaw. you whine in response, pouting slightly, and he gives you an exasperated glare before he's cumming all over your stomach with a shaky groan.
you pant heavily as you come down from your high, and almost as if on fire— he quickly dresses himself. he pulls out a handkerchief from his blazer pocket, gently wipes off the fluids on your stomach. he just watches you on the bed— his eyes examining his handiwork. you notice his gaze lingers on your cheek. after a few minutes, he wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. you roll your eyes as you pull up your jeans too. a few moments pass, and you breathe a puff of air through your nostrils.
"are we going to talk about this?" you call out. there's no answer. you get up and rush to the bathroom door, except he's locked it. you can hear light splashing of water. you scoff in disbelief, going back to the bed. you lay on your side and grab a pillow, your lips wobbling as you go over everything that happened.
this was not how it was supposed to go. he was not supposed to seem this detached. you'd expected atleast a cuddle after sex.
you don't realize when you fall asleep. it's morning when you wake up— sunlight streaming in through the window and directly onto your face, making you wince. you stretch, look over your shoulder.
sangwoo isn't there.
you immediately go to the bathroom. it's empty, though the tub is full. you frown in confusion before turning back to the bed. there, a note on the side table has you stopping.
'i'm sorry,' it said, in his handwriting. placed along with it were a few won bills.
you sniffle as you stare at the note— the writing on it almost mocking you. you crumple it up, your fist shaking as you resist the urge to cry. suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and it makes your entire body stiffen.
a card slides from the little space under the door. the same one you remember the ddakji guy giving you. the shapes on it just look sinister now. the number on it is different this time.
your breathing gets heavy as you stare at it— your head beginning to hurt. you're sure you can hear your ears ringing.
you're alone. you wonder if leaving in the first place was a mistake. your feelings are conflicted— and worst of all, you feel used and betrayed. you're not sure if you should go back to the games. you're not sure if you could survive without any money.
sangwoo had left. you don't know where he is and you have nowhere else to go. no home, and you don't know how you would face your mother. you don't know how long the money he left you could go on.
you don't want to die. but you can't keep living like this either. you bite your bottom lip as you contemplate your options, the hurt from sangwoo's departure still lingering in your chest like a stab wound.
you pick up the card and place the call.
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This kinda reminds me of one of his movies bungee jumping 😭 STILL LOVEE ITT THOO
“sweetheart”
teacher!in-ho x you (mdni 18+) 💋ྀིྀི
when a sweet girl walks into his class, in-ho couldn’t resist making her his
🍒⋆⭒˚.⋆🍒 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🍒. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 🍒⋆⭒˚.⋆🍒 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🍒
it was the start of a new year, in-ho was the newest teacher. within days, he had fellow teachers, students, everyone pining on him. he knew it and he took pride in it.
he never paid any mind to any of them though, because his eyes was set on a particular student. someone so sweet and adorable, he was like a bee attracted to honey.
in-ho knew whatever facade you were putting up was for him and him only, it was obvious. you would frown at any boy who gave you looks, but when he did it, you gave him an innocent smile. it was as if you were so naive you didn’t know what you were doing to him.
fuck, you were driving him crazy.
the cute patterned clothes you wore, the small bows in your hair. you were like a lamb walking right into the slaughter house.
after weeks of keeping his dick in his pants, jerking off only when you were gone, he had enough. he wanted you, and he wanted you now.
in-ho had planned it out meticulously, getting you to stay behind after class when all your friends had left, leaving you alone with him as he licked his lips hungrily.
“did i do something wrong?” your sweet voice echoed in his ears, it was enough to make an old man like him collapse on the spot.
“no, darling. c’mere, yeah?” he beckoned, pushing his chair away from his desk, inviting you over.
you knew what he was doing and you loved it.
“if i didn’t do anything wrong, why did you ask me to stay behind?” you questioned, taking your place between in-ho and his desk, trapping yourself exactly where you wanted to be.
“you’re so sweet, darlin’.” he cooed, playing with the him of your dress as you giggled.
“you think so?”
“yeah… so, so sweet.” he sighed, looking into your eyes as you tilted your head confused. “sit here.”
you looked down to where he was patting, his lap. a cheeky grin crept onto your face as you complied.
“now, i have a problem.” he started, hands now twirling with your hair.
“what is it?”
“you’ve made a poor old man like me so on edge, hm?”
“you’re not that old.” you laughed, making him chuckle.
“take a guess.”
“forty?” he tutted.
“older.”
“forty seven?” you guessed, but he shook his head.
“getting close.”
“fifty three?”
“fifty four, sweetheart.” he corrected you as your breath hitched. “does it bother you?”
“not at all.” you whispered, leaning closer to him.
you could feel the heat coming off of him, he was so warm, so inviting. sure, this man could be your dad with the age he was at but damn did he look good.
“doesn’t bother you that your teacher is crazy for you?” he hummed. you could smell the cigarettes in his breath, overwhelming your mind, making you dizzy.
no, you shook your head.
“what a sweet girl, huh? do you know how down bad you’ve made me?”
no, you shook your head once more.
“of course you don’t, there’s nothing going on in that little head of yours.” he joked, tapping your forehead, making you laugh.
what have you done? you were going down a dangerous path with the only man you should have never done such a thing to in the first place. you knew from that moment, that in-ho was serious about keeping you his. it made you worry what he would do if you crossed paths with any other boy in the school.
Yeaa... I can't defend myself anymore 😭
( i love inho and thanos so much)
ᥫ᭡. IF THEY GOT A HOLD OF YOUR PANTIES ᥫ᭡.
ᢉ𐭩 ft. hwang in-ho/player 001/the frontman, seong gi-hun/player 456, thanos/choi su-bong/player 230 , kang dae-ho/player 388, nam-gyu/player 124
ᢉ𐭩 cw: nsfw, perviness, panty-sniffing, masturbation, nam-gyu cussing you out/insulting you LOL??, fairly icky stuff, dirty fantasies, fem!reader. gooner activities. mdni
ᢉ𐭩 a/n: doesn’t take place in the games but… if you want to interpret this that way you can LOLS. sorry if it seems rushed i was very eager to take this out...
HWANG IN-HO/PLAYER 001/FRONTMAN
-honestly? he’d probably find it very endearing how you still maintain your style underneath all your clothes.
-he uses this as a better insight to your tastes. mentally noting down your preferences as he properly looks at the pair in his hands, turning the article of clothing around with a watchful gaze and rubbing it between his fingertips to feel the texture.
-lacy or simple? noted. silky or cotton? he’ll keep it in mind. dark or pastel? he’ll make sure to keep an eye out for something similar. he wants to know every aspect of your character, and this serves as the perfect chance. “How cute..” he’d muse.
-doesn’t judge whatsoever. after all, they belong to you, that by itself is a blessing. that being said, he doesn’t exactly have a need for them as he much prefers the thing that wears them. he prides himself on his self-control. you could not catch him acting like a hormonal teen.
-at the most, he’ll give them a tiny sniff, brushing his lips against them and flick the tip of his tongue out just to give himself the daily dose of your smell and taste, smiling to himself as he intakes the scent and flavor. but don’t worry, he puts them right back where he found them without ever telling a soul. <3
SEONG GI-HUN/PLAYER 456 (S1)
-his mind goes blank. does this make him a perv? well, probably. does he really care? somewhat. he wouldn’t have much of an explanation if someone walked in on him at that moment.
-just stares as he ponders what to do with them. he could put them down, pretend it never happened—it’s not like he had any bad intentions.. but an opportunity like this doesn’t come around often. and it’s been years since he had anything to properly give him a release.
-kind of has an inner battle over whether or not it’s worth actually being a dirty old man for relief or being a respectable one and giving up on this opening. yet of course.. he’s only human. and he just wants you so much :( !!
-pretty much uses your panties to muffle himself, sniffing at it like a dog whilst rutting slowly into a pillow. of course, the thin undergarments could only do so much in the face of his needy little sounds <3
-panting heavily, letting out grunts as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Please.. Please..” his face almost looks pained with a slack jaw and furrowed brow, hands grasping at the pillow beneath him to try and ground himself. (it doesn’t work, because he quickly begins to pick up the pace.)
-gasps when he finally climaxes, burying his face even deeper into your underwear to the point he might suffocate himself all while shooting out his seed over his pillow. feels pretty disgusted in himself and guilty after he comes down from his high, pouting a little at the mess he made. still, he can’t deny how blissful it felt. it was almost like you were right there with him…. </3
-keeps your panties. yeah, hopefully those weren’t your favorite pair—because they’re his now. he’ll return them at some point, but until then, if you ever exasperatedly tell him about the loss, gi-hun will keep his mouth shut and play the oblivious. >.<
THANOS/CHOI SU-BONG/PLAYER 230
-he looks like an immature highschool boy with the way he marvels at your panties, as if he hasn’t been in previous sexual flings and one-night stands where he has most likely witnessed all kinds of undergarments. and yanked them off…
-i guess the only reason why he’s so fascinated is because they’re yours. no way in hell you’d ever willingly give a pair to him—did you really think he wasn’t going to savor every moment of this? this is heaven served on a silver platter.
-it starts off as a joke for thanos, stretching the elastic waistband in various degrees and angles while giggling. maybe even uses them as a slingshot. he never imagined that he’d find himself in a position like this, you know? this is the type of shit you’d see in crappy rom-coms.
-all that runs through his head is something along the lines of “Hell yeah.. Nice.” UNTIL it finally occurs to him that, holy shit. he’s actually got your panties in his possession. the way he looks around to see if anyone’s by (despite obviously being alone) is damn well near cartoonish.
-wastes no time in lowering his pants to his knees, biting his bottom lip as he wraps a hand around his cock. he’s hard almost instantly, the thrill of doing something so filthy behind your back making his dick twitch and expel tiny drops of pre-cum.
-“Oh, fuuuck.. Mhm..” his words are shaky and border on a breathy chuckle, pumping his dick while raising his other hand to his face. takes sporadic sniffs of your panties, bunching them up in his palm whenever a particular stroke really made his hips buck.
-His head will roll back, his motions lazy and unhurried while he kicks and spreads his legs out. his voice is husky as he grunts out incoherent curses, gradually speeding his hand up before he eventually shoots out warm ropes of cum, letting the strands coat his fingers in short spurts.
-“Mannn...” he’d grumble, quite miffed by the fact that he was gonna have to clean up when the flow stopped. but he immediately cheers up, seeing that your panties were free from the spill. that meant he wasn’t gonna have to discard them just yet!!
-also keeps your panties and acts like he doesn’t know anything if they’re ever brought up in a conversation. he thinks of them as his personal lucky charm, which of course he won’t give up until he actually has to. but at that point, he’ll just try to get his hands on another pair and so on.. silly little addict :3c
KANG DAE-HO/PLAYER 388
-having been the youngest brother of 4 sisters, its safe to assume that he’s probably had similar occasions whilst doing laundry. bras, panties, he’s most likely handled them at least once throughout his life while being surrounded by women.
-thats not to say he doesn’t still get a little bit shy, even as an adult. its mostly out of respect more than it is embarrassment. he understands that underwear is meant to cover women’s privates, he’s been taught not to view them in a sexual light. but that’s because it came to family. there, underwear was just that—articles of clothing to literally wear under.
-this is a much different situation: being accidentally exposed to the type of undergarments his crush puts on. with the way he fumbles with your panties, you’d think they were sizzling hot and causing burns. poor dae-ho doesn’t know what to do !!
-especially not when his pants feel a little tighter than usual. his free hand will shoot down, try to adjust the tent forming with a tiny frown on his face. “Don’t be gross, Dae-ho. Cmon..” he’ll scold himself in a hushed whisper, but his body clearly having other plans.
-he’ll start to panic, desperately trying to make his boner die down. he swears he isn’t a perv, honest! he just can’t help but think about how good you’d look teasing him in them, rubbing your clothed pussy against his dick…!
-yeah, he’s got it bad. the imagery would make his dick stir that much more, practically throbbing as he hesitantly sneaks a hand beneath the waistband of his pants. “Shit, I’m so sorry—” he’d gasp out an apology followed by your name, his warm palm finally coming in contact with his aching cock, wrapping his fingers around the base.
-dae-ho’s eyes would flutter, his adam’s apple bobbing as he’d begin to jerk off at a moderate pace to the thought of you, wanton moans falling from his parted lips. he would swipe the pad of his thumb over his leaking tip, the motion causing a high pitched mixture of a whine and grunt. “Oh, god..”
-can’t help but to give your panties little licks, the taste of your cunt making his hips buck into his hand. the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm creeping up accompanied by a tugging guilt began to form tears in his eyes, nothing ever actually escaping yet threatening to.
-his back arches when he cums, thighs trembling as his digits tighten around your underwear, holding the pair close to his chest as he groans. “Yes! Oh, please, I love you—” his voice would tremble, practically breaking off into a small cry. his warm cum coats his hand, the latter continuing to give weak strokes until he’s unable to produce anymore.
-the moment he regains his composure and he realizes what he just did, he’ll be so disappointed in himself :( washes his hands with soap like 4 times, as if it’ll get rid of his dirty little misdeed. gosh he feels so pathetic…
-tells NO ONE about the endeavor, and leaves your panties where he found them. he’s going to have a lot to think about. (◞‸◟)
NAM-GYU/PLAYER 124
-one word: shameless.
-for some reason, nam-gyu just won’t fess up to the fact that he probably does genuinely have a crush on you. that’s absurd, he doesn’t do that kiddie shit! so, instead he’s making it his duty to find every possible way of throwing you off. because it’s funny. and what better chance does he have than right now?
-so what if this makes him a creep? hopefully you’ll take it as a sign to stay the hell away from him after this. (he says, anyway. a part of him actually hopes you’ll enjoy what he’s about to do and come back for more… he’s just,, strange like that.) he doesn’t think twice about taking his cock out from his boxers.
-the only one to actually USE your panties to jerk himself off. he tells himself he’s doing it out of spite, furiously pumping his veiny dick as he bites into the hem of his shirt, exposing his stomach that jumped with the contrasting nip of the cool air on his warm skin.
-“Stupid bitch. See how you fucking like it,” he’d growl, pausing a few times to frustratedly tuck strands of hair behind his ear whenever they’d get in his face. has no problem being loud, letting out groan after groan with every intention of getting caught. walk in on him, why don’t you? see how pissed off you make him feel. how fucking pent up he is for you.
-“Gonna cum all over your face,” nam-gyu’s threats would flow with no particular party on the receiving end. only the thought of you on your knees tending to him. doesn’t care that he probably looks like a lunatic while guiltlessly talking dirty, his balls drawing up at his own filthy-natured words.
-saliva would begin to seep into his shirt’s hem, his pace unrelenting as he fists his cock into your underwear, his other hand curling and uncurling whenever his pleasure spiked. he’ll swallow thickly as the knot in his lower stomach begins to form, squirming slightly in his spot in a visible attempt to chase his climax.
-he’ll align the inner crotch area perfectly along his length, his head tossing back as he finally lets go, your panties easily catching the globs of semen that shot out. “Fuck yeah.. Take it, take my cum.” he’d grunt, eyebrows furrowing while sinking his teeth deeper into his top.
-breathes heavily upon seeing the stick and foggy white liquid cause an evident dark patch on your panties. with a self-accomplished smirk, he’ll tuck himself back into his pants, releasing his shirt from his mouth as he pinches the waistband of your cum-soaked panties with the tip of his index and thumb, keeping it a distance away from him. he has just the thing for you.
-nam-gyu will actively seek you out, bringing along the end result of his.. work. once he finds you, he’ll toss it right at you, not caring if you were in catching-range or not.
-“Just a little something from me to you. Enjoy the gift, yeah?” he’d give you one of his sly smiles, eyes twinkling with the typical hint of mischief before walking off without even waiting for a reply or reaction.
-well, at least you got your panties back, right? <3
༉‧₊˚. Simon Riley with a overstimulated reader cw// ᴍᴅɴɪ, overstimulation, pussy drunk simon Riley creampies, porn with no plot
𐙚 Simon Riley who thrusts maniacally into you, thick fat cock bullying it's way into your overly sensitive pussy as his thick seed gushes out of it.
His hot breath fans against the shell of your ear as he grunts,
"one more lovie, promise... jus' one more round"
his hips come to a stuttering halt as his cock once again spurts hot ropes of cum into you, he breaks his promise nth time that night as he starts to bully himself in your hole again.
Simon's red mushroom tip slams into that gooey spot within your slick gummy walls repeatedly as guttural groans erupt from him, while you try to squirm away from the amount of stimulation you were receiving, tears running down your cheeks as you sobbed,
"simon... 'm too sen-sensitive"
"I know sweet girl, I know but yer gonna keep taking it like a good girl, right? Hm?"
The bedroom is filled with his groans, your cries, and the wet sound of skin slapping against each other
plap, plap, plap
he bites the sensitive spot beneath your ear making you moan and clench around him.
"fuck lovie! D-don' clench"
Another orgasm rips through his body, his cock aching painfully but it feels too good to stop. so his hips once again start hammering into your poor cunt while he hoarsely apologizes,
"ah shit 'm sorry hon, yer lil cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock, jus' c-can't stop myself"
He ignores your whines, his mind driven only on getting his seed deep in your fertile womb till his lovely little wife is barefoot and swollen with his child.
@sidollie
This is so fr like I need someone to take care of me 😭
from "i think it'd be nice to date a man who's a little older than me and call him daddy, not too old and i don't want him to actually act like my dad though"
to "i need him to be old enough to be my dad and act like my real father. i need him to be middle aged and take care of me as if i was his very own daughter"
I swear theres alot of more things art would've done 🥴🥴🤌🤌🤌
EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI
Art the Clown x Reader SMUT • headcanons, how Art fucks, what he gets off to, etc
big content warning! contains some stuff that may gross you out; read at your own risk: menstruation kink, piss kink, oral sex, anal sex, object insertion, blood kink, various weapons mentioned, bondage, human hair and bones, butts and what comes out of butts, public sex, cockwarming, mostly dom!Art and sub!reader
🔪 Remember the work desk with all of Art’s weapons and tools on it? He knows you want him to fuck you, but he’s got shit to do (meaning weapons to build) so he lets you sit under the desk, cockwarming him while he works. You’re on the ground between his knees, patiently holding him in your mouth. When he finishes constructing his latest instrument of torture/slaughter, Art pats his palm against his thigh, wordlessly telling you to climb up into his lap and ride him.🩸
🔪 Art enjoys blood and guts, so it goes without saying that during your period, he’s particularly eager to fuck you. He can detect the slight change in your scent, usually aware you’ve begun to bleed even before you know. He plays with your pussy like it’s a new, special toy when you’re bleeding, spreading your lips and tracing his name on your inner thighs in red. Seeing/touching/tasting blood that comes from you is special to Art. It’s the only time he gets to play in blood without it being the result of him hurting someone, so that makes the experience unique for him. He saves your used pads for ‘alone time,’ using them later as a ‘sleeve,’ to masturbate with.🩸
🔪 Art sometimes fucks you with unconventional objects, like the handle of one of his weapons (knife, axe) or the neck of a bottle. If you’ve displeased him but he still wants to fuck you, he might deny you his cock and instead use something else, like the handle of one of his knives or the barrel of an (empty!) gun, to make you come instead of his cock, as a degrading ‘punishment.’🩸
🔪 Art loves bondage. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to tying knots, as evidenced by the multiple victims you’ve watched him restrain. He enjoys the power dynamic of being in absolute control of another person. When that crosses over into sex, you both get off on him tying you up and doing whatever the fuck he wants with your body.🩸
🔪 Art’s methods can border on sadistic at times (I mean how could they not??) but because he wants to keep you around to play with for the long haul, he never pushes you beyond the limits of safety, no matter how many new ways he comes up with to plug every hole in your body. If we know anything about Art, it’s that he’s perceptive. He studies the way your body responds to different forms of stimulation and mentally catalogs the information for later. All of his skill in crafting tools of torture means he’s able to create customized ‘toys,’ to fuck you with. But the thing is, they’re never normal, or sweet; they always contain something fucked-up and sick. Art once surprised you with a whip he’d put together for you. Its strands were soft and felt so good gliding over your clit. You came so hard when Art whipped your pussy till it was puffy and leaking. It would have been a wonderful gift, if you hadn’t realized later, upon closer inspection, that the strands now wet with your cum were in fact strands of human hair. And the custom dildo Art made for you, the one that was so smooth and colored beige/white? You later found out Art had chiseled and smoothed down a human bone to make it for you. The information almost made you sick on the spot. Art found your horrified reaction hilarious, of course, and it didn’t stop him from laying you down and fucking you with it all the same…🩸
🔪 ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL …
He loves to fuck you in the ass. Art’s a nasty little motherfucker when it comes to the stuff that comes out of butts, and I’m not gonna elaborate here, but you can use your imagination to follow where I’m going with this…🩸
🔪 Art has zero inhibitions: he kills anyone, anywhere. Imagine that relating to sex; of course he’s going to fuck you wherever he wants, including places where you might get caught. Sex in public/risky spaces feels natural to Art, because he literally does not give a single fuck. Remember the first time you ever saw him? When you stumbled out the back door of that sleazy little bar in your home town, so drunk off your ass you thought you were leaving through the front? Art was in the alleyway behind the bar, black garbage bag hoisted over his shoulder, not even looking for anyone to fuck up but when he saw you, he knew he’d found a victim for the night. He’d planned to stalk you home and do unspeakable things to you-but as you took the lead and approached him, there in the alleyway, he was caught off guard, his whole plan upended the moment you slid your arms around his waist, stood up on your tiptoes, and placed a soft, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He was awestruck, and even if he could speak, Art would still have been at a loss for words. You walked him backward a few steps, lining him up against a dumpster in the alleyway. You began fondling him through his costume, grinning when you realized his body had already begun to respond. One thing led to another, and within minutes, Art had you bent over that dumpster, with a fresh hole torn in the front of his costume where your bodies were joined…🩸
🔪 No one would associate The Miles County Clown with tenderness, but if they knew Art, they would see a softer side of him only you do. He’s still fucking deranged, don’t get me wrong. But Art also has moments of vulnerability, when there’s nothing he wants more than to hold you. Sitting in Art’s lap, he wraps his arms around you and stays still, so still, just enjoying the soft thump of your heartbeat against his, and the low hum of your breath on his chest. Your nearness calms the monster inside Art so well that sometimes, he forgets he is the monster itself…🩸
🔪 Another benefit of having you in his lap? Art realized he could use his strength to make you stay in his lap no matter how badly you had to get up and take a piss, forcing you to wet yourself all over him. You felt him gradually getting hard under you as you began to wriggle on his lap. Art could see your discomfort, and when you told him you needed to get up and take a piss, he refused to release you. You’d expect him to be smiling at you at a time like this, silently mocking you; but the look in his eyes was deathly serious, pitch black and full of a demented lust that would have had you locked you in place even if his arms hadn’t. Blushing into his shoulder, you accepted the fact that Art wasn’t letting go of you any time soon, and that he really was into this. He wanted this to happen. You allowed your bladder to empty, a soft trickle saturating your panties, followed by a steady stream of hot piss that spread over Art’s lap. His clothes were soaked through below the waist, your piss running down between his thighs and dampening the couch cushion beneath you. Art was rock hard by this point, his wet cock throbbing against your pussy. He lifted you off his lap just enough to reach between your bodies and position his tip against your entrance, then used your piss as a lube to slide inside you…🩸
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