young!president snow x gn!reader - smut
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Anonymous asked: Heya!! I really liked teeth and it sort of inspired me dkfjdkfk I was wondering if you‘d be down to write a small smutty oneshot for young president snow x trophyspouse!reader where Coryo leaves a lot of hickeys and bitemarks on their neck to sort of show that they’re his and only his. pls feel free to make it dubcon teee heeee
warnings: smut (mdni), dub-con, bite marks, hickeys, possessive Coryo, penetrative sex (vague), not proofread
author's note: thank you for requesting!! had fun writing this one hehe
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Several layers of lavishly plush blankets and pillows litter the large bed you're sprawled out on. It's the bed you and Coryo share and he decided it had to be ridiculously big, offering far too much space for just two people. A deep red canopy surrounds it, which you're staring up into at this very moment.
Your legs ache from being on your feet the entire day. Fortunately, Coryo is usually the one that does all the talking because if you had to speak with any of the snobs of the Capitol's upper class for longer than a minute you'd probably choke yourself to death. You just stand there, hands wrapped around his arm, looking sweet and alluring.
Some people though, seem to interpret that as a sort of invitation to try and woo you. As if their attempt to get into president snow's spouse's pants wouldn't result in nothing more than getting themselves poisoned.
Not that you've made the connection, of course, but there is a sliver of suspicion nibbling away at the outskirts of your mind.
Today was no different. A tall and, admittedly, handsome young man sat down next to you. With one hand on your arm and a smug smile, he inquired about your name. You chuckled at his brashness, making sure he understood that your last name is Snow.
It didn't seem to deter him, though. He continued to let his fingers trail down the length of your arm, playing with the bracelets adorning your wrist.
You shot down any attempt of his to flirt with you, mainly for his sake, because you feared what your dear husband would do to him.
Positioned at the opposite end of the room, Coryo was meant to be conversing with a few of the gamemakers, but instead, his icy stare was boring holes into the back of the unfortunate fellow's head.
When the stranger dared to grasp your chin between his index and thumb, even after you'd pulled away from his advances multiple times, Coryo jumped up. With quick, powerful strides he'd made his way over to the two of you. You silently begged him not to hurt the man, fear glistening in your eyes.
Coryo simply placed his hand on the side of your face, making you look up at him before placing a quick but fervent kiss on your lips. He positioned himself behind the chair you were sitting on, his hands sliding down to settle on your shoulders. You just wanted to rest your poor legs, nothing more.
"Please introduce me to your friend here, sweetheart. I don't believe we've met yet." His tone seemed pleasant but there were clear undercurrents of tension and malice to it. Thinly veiled bloodlust.
The man stood up, holding out his hand for Coryo to shake, not even faltering in his audacity. "Ferric Blacaw. It's an honour to meet you, president Snow." He sing-songed, an infuriating smirk on his face.
You felt Coryo's grip tighten on your shoulders and even without looking at him, you could tell one of his eyes was twitching.
In a way, it was strangely humorous to watch someone so blatantly disrespect the president, even if he’s your husband. Maybe he didn't know? How would that even be possible? Some people just like the idea of seducing president Snow‘s little trophy spouse to knock him off his high horse. He’s not known for being a humble leader, after all.
You watch the door to the adjoining bathroom creak open, flooding the dim bedroom with its cool light. Coryo steps out from behind it, lingering by the frame as he studies your figure for a few seconds. His face is shrouded by darkness but you can still tell that his expression is grim.
"Everything alright?" You ask. He's been eerily quiet since you both stormed out of that party and you can't help but worry about what must be going on inside his head. You've come to understand that Coryo is quick to spiral, far from a rational thinker. One day, there’ll come a time where you won’t be able to soothe his temper anymore and you’ll have to pay for it.
Without responding, he quietly closes the door behind him and walks over to the bed. You sit up, shuffling to the side to make space for him to climb into it next to you. However, instead of joining you, he reaches forward to grab hold of your ankle and pulls you back towards him.
You let out a surprised yelp.
He moves to climb on top of you, caging you between his arms and pushing his hips in between your legs and forcing them apart. Your breath hitches at the action, wrapping your hands around his forearms to steady yourself.
"Coryo, I'm a little tired. I don't think-..." He presses his lips to yours, this time with far more fervor and drive than at the public gathering before. The way his tongue eagerly slides against your own reminiscent of the voracity of a starving man, but this was a furious man.
When he pulls away, you're met with dark, menacing eyes - his pupils blown wide open. "Don't ever disrespect me like that again." He seethes.
Dread settles in your stomach, like a massive boulder plummeting into deep water. "I tried to tell him." You frantically explain. "He wouldn't leave me alone. I was about to walk away when you interfered, I promise."
Your efforts are in vain. Once he's in this sort of mental space, it's difficult to talk him back out of it. Except that he's never laid hands on you like this before today.
His expression doesn't falter. A pathetic whine escapes your lips as he grinds down on your crotch instead.
"Coryo, please-..." You whimper, his brash demeanor sending shivers down your spine. The manner in which he's pinning you down is far more aggressive than usual. You're completely at his mercy.
He latches onto the soft skin of your throat, dragging his unbearably hot tongue along the curve of it before harshly biting down. You cry out, begging him to at least go easy on you.
Despite your pitiful little protests, he litters your skin with several, deep hickeys. Making sure to go over every single bruised spot multiple times for good measure.
Purple just looks so pretty on you.
Tears well up in your eyes, the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into your tender flesh mixing with pleasure.
Shame jabs at the nape of your neck when a sickly-sweet sort of arousal pools in your lower stomach. You're scared, but there's a part of you that's thoroughly enjoying this, which terrifies you even more.
He rolls his hips into yours once again, eliciting a shameful moan from you when he grinds down on that sweetspot.
You let your hands travel up his arms, clinging onto the lean muscles of his biceps before digging into the wide expanse of his shoulders.
The amount of heat radiating off him makes your head spin, turning your mind into mush. Steady waves of pleasure wash over your body, and you've almost forgotten why you tried to dissuade him in the first place.
He's devouring you - literally.
His eyes gleam with an animalistic glee as he admires his work, the bruises and welts left by his teeth adorning your throat. You watch helplessly as his expression grows hungrier, his mouth twitching as the urge to taste you again overpowers any rational thought in his head.
He gently wipes your tears away, his thumb lingering on your jawline and caressing it oh so sweetly.
"Don't cry, baby." He cooes. "I'm just marking what's mine, okay? They won't bother you anymore." He purrs before pressing a soothing kiss to your hairline. Countless praises fall from his lips and you’d almost believe them were it not for the near murderous intention with which he regards you.
You just nod at him, face red and flustered as you're left with an intense, shameful need to feel him fill you up. He's more than happy to grant your wish, especially when you ask him to fuck you stupid in such a needy way. Sniffling and mewling when he manhandles you into a more comfortable position.
He loves how easy it is to reduce you to a desperate, whimpering mess with just his mouth. Relishing the way you tremble and come undone on his tongue over and over again. His velvety lips like heaven as he kisses your thighs.
It's his fingers digging into your hips, leaving behind all the more bruises as he mercilessly thrusts into you. His pace rough and unforgiving. He’s punishing you, putting you in your place for daring to speak to anyone other than him.
Any lingering twinge of jealousy and anger dissipate when you call out his name so religiously. His name. His intoxicating mouth traveling down your body to nip at your chest, declaring his complete and utter devotion to you as he whispers against your skin. It’s far from unconditional love, and you’re smart enough not to fall for his lies but it’s nice to pretend sometimes. And even if you wanted to, he would never let you just up and leave him.
He presses his forehead to yours, a slew of curses and breathy groans escaping his lips. As he watches your eyes roll back, your chest pressing up into his, and his name crossing the holy threshold of your mouth one last time as if it were a prayer, he finds peace.
He’s your god and you’re calling out to him.
He follows suit shortly after, biting down on your shoulder as he spills deep inside of you.
It's him who makes you writhe and sob from overstimulation. His teeth littering your delicate skin with ugly, violent marks for everyone to see. If they didn’t understand that you’re his, and only his, already, then they will after tonight. That’s for sure.
May the universe have mercy on any fool brazen enough to still attempt and charm you.
He is the only one allowed to defile you like this. For as long as he lives, he will make sure that no one dares ever lay their disgusting hands on you again because you belong to him in every way.
You're a Snow.
You are his and only his.
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17.12.2023
pairing: niki x male reader genre: fluff word count: 225
you blink awake, sunlight pouring into your room through the blinds. sighing, you lean over to check the time. 11:43. you sigh, sitting up to stretch and glancing next to you. niki is still asleep, occasionally slightly twitching from his dream. you smile, hand ghosting against his jawline before you lean down to press a kiss against his nose. he stirs slightly but doesn't wake up, relaxing back into the pillows.
you pull the covers off and quietly get out of bed. grabbing a hoodie from the floor, you head to the kitchen to begin making breakfast. as you're preparing the food, two arms wrap around your waist and a familiar vanilla scent fills the room.
"is this my hoodie?" niki's voice is deeper and raspier from sleep.
"i guess so." you murmur, continuing to mix the batter. behind you, niki laughs, leaning to press a kiss to your shoulder.
"what time is it?" he asks. he doesn't move from his spot from behind you.
"almost noon." niki hums, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "waffles?" you nod. "wow, letting me sleep in and making me breakfast? i have the best boyfriend ever~"
you laugh, turning around to face him. "i think you've won that title." niki laughs, leaning down and pulling you into a quick kiss.
"i disagree," he murmurs. "it's definitely you."
i literally just started watching the devil judge episode 2 but wtf are these insane levels of homoeroticism man
plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.
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summary ➣ Jisung makes sure to continue to be NCT’s new member, Y/N’s, safe place as he is set to join Jisung and the rest of NCT Dream for their newest season of 7llin’ in the Dream.
genre ➣ fluff
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heyy I just read your royalty au fic with sunghoon if you're willing to expand on that specific au/fic I'd like to request king!sunghoon being protective over reader, like maybe someone insulted them or reader got hurt/attacked. I'm a sucker for the protectiveness trope lol, anyways thank you & hope you're having a great day!
pairing: king!sunghoon x consort!gn!reader genre: kinda hurt comfort ?? word count: 886
a/n: thank you for requesting !! i really liked this idea, i hope you like it :))
warnings: mentions of sex, couldn’t think of a name so i went with ki hong also he’s supposed to be a knight
[part 01]
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you shift awkwardly in your seat as you watch sunghoon dance around with a woman. his hands graze against her back with each step they take, their fingers intertwined. the song continues to drone on as sunghoon glances over her shoulder at you, giving you a small smile. you let it ease your jealousy as they continue, twirling around the room.
“they’re cute together,” a woman whispers next to you. her friend hums, leaning closer to her.
“i wonder when the king will settle down. it’s hard to run a kingdom alone.”
“perhaps he just needs to find the right person.”
“maybe it’s you,” you tense up as they laugh together. “you should ask him to a dance. he never declines.”
the first woman nods, turning her attention back to sunghoon and the woman, still dancing together. “i will. after this dance.”
you jump a little when someone places a hand on your shoulder. “sorry,” ki hong chuckles a little, moving his hand down to your back. his armor is cold against your skin as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “you look a little tense. why don’t we get out of here?”
you glance back at sunghoon for a second before nodding, eager to feel some fresh air against your face. ki hong’s hand stays pressed against your lower back as he leads you outside. the night air is cooler than you expected. you shiver a little, rubbing your hands against the fabric of your shirt. ki hong glances over, hand still close ghosting against your lower back. “cold?”
you step back a little, nodding. “i didn’t really have a jacket to bring,” you laugh.
“you could always come back up to my room with me.” the innuendo to his words makes you shift uncomfortably. you wrap your arms further around yourself, taking another step back.
“no, i think i’ll just head back inside. sunghoon should be done with the dances anyways-”
you freeze when ki hong reaches out to grab your arm, pulling you back. “y/n,” he steps closer, slowly forcing you back against the wall. “come on, you’re seriously still with him? you could do so much better.”
you swallow nervously. the concrete of the castle digs into your skin. “i love sunghoon. you know that.”
“you’re his consort. you’re nothing to him. he keeps you around because you’re an easy fuck,” ki hong lets out a bitter laugh. you tense up as he leans a little closer. “he’s the king, y/n. he doesn’t even bring you to advisory meetings anymore. what were you expecting?”
you bite your tongue, cursing yourself for being so sensitive. tears sting your eyes, threatening to fall, but you blink them away, forcing them back. a pit grows in your stomach. what if he’s right?
“y/n,” ki hong’s voice drops back to a whisper. he softly smiles at you, almost sympathetic. his hand brushes against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “i can treat you better. you know i can.”
you grit your teeth, pushing him away. “no. i love sunghoon.”
ki hong’s face drops. he sighs, shaking his head as if he’s disappointed in you. “you were always so naive. he’s going to leave and you’ll end up alone.” he steps back, looking down at you. “again.”
“ki hong,” sunghoon’s voice is a welcome distraction from the uncertainty running through your mind. his hands clench at his side as he walks closer. ki hong stammers a little before sunghoon interrupts. “i don’t want to see you around him again.”
he nervously bows, mumbling a quick ‘yes, your majesty’ before he rushes off. sunghoon sighs, relaxing his shoulders. you push yourself off of the wall, almost jumping into his arms. he wraps his arms around your waist as you bury your face into his chest. fresh tears threaten to fall before you blink them away. “you’re okay,” he murmurs, hand rubbing your back. he presses a kiss to your forehead, coaxing your face away from his chest. “what did he say to you?”
you take a shaky breath, looking down at your feet. “he said i don’t mean anything to you.”
“oh, baby,” sunghoon pulls you back against his chest, wiping away the tears that run down your face. his grip around your waist tightens a little. “i love you. you mean everything to me.” you nod, wiping your face. sunghoon traces your jawline with his finger, lifting your face so you’re looking at him. “come on, let’s go to bed.”
you ignore the questioning glances from the servants and guards you pass as you rush back through the castle to your room. sunghoon’s arm stays firmly wrapped around your waist.
his hands are gentle as they carefully untie the knots on your clothing, hands gently running against your sides as he stips you. he’s quick to join you underneath the blankets, pulling you in closer so your head is resting on his chest. he rubs your back as you relax against him. he pulls your hand up to rest against his skin, over his heart. “do you feel that?” he whispers. “it beats for you. only for you.” you shift to press a kiss against his skin.
“i love you, hoon. so, so much.”
“i love you too. never forget that.”
Stress having physical effects is so stupid your body's just like "you've been having a real shit time and I'm about to make it worse" I hope you die I hope we both die
gn!reader with megumi, choso and yuuji where they fall asleep on the reader?? <33
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fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji, and kamo choso falling asleep on you
notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), thank you so much for requesting !! i hope you like it :)), header from pinterest, title from frank ocean - moon river
the train is quiet, the silence only broken by the slow hum of the motor running. FUSHIGRUO MEGUMI sighs as he leans back against the seat cushions. exhaustion settles deep into his bones. his head aches as he closes his eyes, letting himself relax a little in the safety of the bullet train’s cabin.
you startle when you feel a weight leaning against your body. megumi flinches when his head lolls onto your shoulder. he flinches, jumping awake with a sharp gasp and wide eyes. “i’m sorry,” he mumbles, glancing at the ground. he slinks a little into his seat in a poor attempt to hide his flushed cheeks behind the edge of his jacket.
“it’s okay,” you chuckle, brushing your bloody knuckles against his bruised cheek. “sleep. i’ll wake you up when we get back.”
pursing his lips, megumi glances out of the window. amongst the slow-moving landscape outside, he catches a small glimpse of a nearby sign. saitama - at least another forty minutes away. when he glances at you once again, you’re softly smiling. the sunlight illuminates your features beautifully. golden rays highlight the rise of your cheekbones and the way your hair frames your face. when you look at him like that, how could he ever say no?
“okay,” megumi relents with a soft nod, hesitantly leaning his head against your body once again. “thank you.”
ITADORI YUUJI is less than quiet as he clumsily stumbles into your dorm room. he’s welcomed with the soft glow from the sunset and the quiet echo of megumi’s door closing from across the hall. “yuuji,” you smile. he simply hums in return, settling himself into your lap so his head rests against your thighs. “long day?”
“the longest,” he sighs. “i thought it was never gonna end.”
yuuji’s tired gaze meets your own as you reach down, gently beginning to card your fingers through his hair. your hands carefully untangle any stray knots as you brush the strands away from his face. “wanna watch human earthworm four?”
he smiles brightly. “i’d like that.” yuuji sighs as you continue to twist short strands of pink locks between your fingers; his body relaxes at the feeling of your nails gently scratching against his scalp.
the movie’s action is forgotten in favour of studying yuuji’s features - the small scars beneath his eyes; the downward slope of his nose; the steady rise and fall of his chest every time he breathes. “love you,” he whispers, though the words slur together as they leave his lips. “love you so much.”
you smile. your ministrations don’t cease, even when you lean down to press a soft kiss against his temple. his eyes flutter shut as his breathing evens out, signaling the beginning of a nap. “i love you too, yuuji.”
it wasn’t often that KAMO CHOSO felt like this - loved; respected; safe. your shared bedroom is illuminated only by moonlight shining through your window, painting the world silver. in the quiet of the night, he can hear the rhythmic noise of crickets chirping and the occasional wind blowing through the empty city streets.
“choso,” you whisper. your voice is quiet in the night; it nearly startles him to hear you whisper after such a long period of silence. furrowing your eyebrows, you shuffle a little closer to his body. the blankets rustle as you reach up, carefully resting your hand against his chest, just over where his heart should be. he can feel the tension in his body slowly disappearing against your touch, making a soft sigh escape his lips. “why are you still up?”
“i can’t sleep,” he mumbles. and it’s true. curses don’t need sleep the way humans do, but the routine makes some part of him feel more normal.
choso can almost visualize the way your lips quirk into a soft frown. your movements cease for a moment before you’re tugging him closer until his head rests against your chest. he can hear your heart beating steadily against your ribcage, soothing the worst of his anxieties.
“i love you, choso,” you whisper.
he closes his eyes, finally finding solace in the safety of your arms. “i love you too, y/n.”
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plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.
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chapter two: hot "girls"
if someone had told past riki that- in all his 17 years of living- he'd end up meeting the most beautiful person ever one late Saturday night (or Sunday morning?) in the corner of a CU, he would have come wearing a tuxedo.
okay, maybe not that far. but the point is, he would've at least been somewhat prepared. because now, staring at said prettiest person ever at exactly 12:35 a.m., he feels ridiculously underdressed for the occasion. but could you blame him, really? he walked in from rehearsal to get a drink, expecting no one else but an exhausted, cranky cashier, not the girl of his fucking dreams.
she spares him a glance as soon as he steps into the aisle, and he's already down for the count. (cue the romantic ballad.) she's only picking some stuff up off the floor, yet it feels like manual labor to try and look another direction. he swears it isn't an exaggeration to say she's the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes upon. from her long lashes and how her hair delicately frames her unblemished face, to the way her glinting jewelry only accentuates her sculpted features and immaculate fashion sense... riki doesn't chase, but he'd sprint pick up the pace just for this girl.
oh fuck, i'm staring.
he's ready to turn the other way (albeit reluctantly) so not to seem like a fucking creep, but his legs decide to plant themselves into the ground when she gets up and-
SHE'S APPROACHING. MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY WHAT THE FUCK. she's even prettier up close, and- god, riki feels like such a loser. his thoughts are racing a mile a minute, and he's far from being used to it.
"...i could use?" it takes him a little to realize she's asking him for something several seconds later.
he blinks once. twice. thrice. embarrassment sends a jolt through him, and he can sense it rushing straight to his face. thank god for the mask he's wearing- oh! he finally manages to process her request, by some miracle.
the girl's a bit shifty once ni-ki snaps from his trance, rubbing her nape awkwardly. "uh, it's fine if you don't-"
"no, i think i uh- i- i might have, um..." he stumbles over his words quite a lot, opting to just shut up and check his pockets for an extra mask to save himself from further humiliation. i hope the fucking floor caves under me right now. but wait- second miracle of the night: he has what she asked for! the shame shrinks ever so slightly in size. "i actually do."
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well, he was offering the mask to the girl, and the next thing he knows he's forgotten how to breathe properly since she's folded her ringed fingers into his, thanking him profusely. he doesn't even have the capacity to respond before she runs off, still bolted in place.
give the poor kid a moment to recover. he's not used to encounters with hot girls.
sorry, hot "girls".
"-and then i saw her and she saw me and when i tell you my stomach PLUNGED-"
"i'm sorry, you really fell in love with a girl at a CU?"
sunoo doesn't even try to hide his expression- a mix of amusement, utter confusion, disappointment and disbelief. riki rolls his eyes.
"shut the fuck up and let me finish my story. and i thought-"
"you're lucky i'm even listening to you! it's one in the morning and i need my rest but noooo, you just had to come barging in with your delusional lovesick bullshit- you don't even know who she is!"
"i could find out!" sunoo gives him the nastiest look. "okay, you know that wasn't what i meant."
"creepy ass."
"die. what i meant was that i could end up running into her again someday!" ni-ki throws up his hands in an effort to prove his point. "you never know."
his friend raises an eyebrow skeptically, deciding to merely shake his head and return his attention to the phone in his hands. "right. whatever you say."
the taller boy sighs defeatedly. "you're so unsupportive." when this gains no response from his senior, he leans over his shoulder to peer at the screen. "who're you texting?" usually this makes sunoo jerk away with a scowl, but it seems like he's too tired to care at the moment.
"a friend. he's having a bit of a crisis." he doesn't elaborate further. riki skims over the string of messages, which include an excessive amount of curses, capitalization and "ivory's gonna kill me", until his eyes catch on the profile picture.
his mouth immediately goes dry. "sunoo, click on his icon."
"what? why-"
"just show me." sensing that low note of urgency in his tone, a suspicious sunoo gives in, and a clearer photo of the friend in question is displayed. "what is it?"
silence answers him. he turns to look at riki, whose face has gone positively white. "what?"
that's the girl.
that's the "girl".
but it's a... he?
...fuck.
notes: corny lame boo tomato tomato 💀 it's all written today, hope yall r okay w that. sorry that its basically the same as the last chapter but i wanted to show riki's whipped ass pov. writing is SHIT once again, apologies... im running off a solid 2 gallons of caffeine and love for huening kai. plus i wanted to get another chapter to u guys as quick as possible.
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