She/her - ela/dela - 21+ - 🇧🇷 Brazilian Babe 🖤 Don't mind me, just reading my problems away, mainly a reblog blog, but sometimes I will post random shitposts so bear with me
mdni 18+
SUMMARY: you clean your apartment after a long day of whatever the fuck, when you decide to unwind in the shower. your mind trails off to 707, or Saeyoung as you prefer to call him. however your mind isn't the only one wondering places as you decide to have a little fun in your shower by yourself. unbeknownst to you, the is a small red dot flashing in the corner of your bathroom, suddenly your not so alone anymore.
cw: MDI !! fluff, straight-up stalking, yearning seven, omg he wants that cookie baddd, obsessive, breaking n entering lol, voyeurism, porn with very little plot, dom seven, body worshipping, eating tf out, masturbation, overstim, coming untouched, pic after sex? idk what to call that erm.
word count: 6.6k
REQUESTED!! by: AmonsRightEye on AO3
You wiped the sweat from your forehead, feeling the warmth from the setting sun on your skin. You place your hands proudly on your hips. Your lips curled with a triumphant grin. You had just finished cleaning Rika's apartment, or should you start calling it yours since you're being forced to live there..?
Who cares, free rent.
As you take a deep breath, the soft and comforting scent of Cashmere Cedar fills the air, wafting around the entire apartment. The main lights were off, allowing the soft glow of the mood lighting to create a peaceful atmosphere. Your bed sheets, freshly washed and still warm from the dryer. You also, against all odds, managed not only to do your laundry but also neatly fold and put it all away in your dresser.
Sighing happily, you took another last deep breath. This time, a slight pungent odor reached your nose.
Holy shit, what the fuck died in your vicinity.
Oh.
It's you.
You grimaced at the funk emanating from you, reminding you of your labors. Desperately, you walked to your room and opened the bottom drawer of the dresser. You rummaged around until you found some mismatched pajamas and a cute pair of lace-trimmed panties.
Leaving the drawer open, you headed to the bathroom and placed your clothes on the sink. You moved to the shower, turning the faucet. You adjusted the temperature, feeling the steam slowly build in the shower.
One by one, you undress, throwing your clothes into your hamper by the wall of your bathroom. You step into the shower slowly, sighing happily as the hot water relaxes your muscles. Taking a moment to unwind in the water. You begin to think about your day and gather your thoughts.
The day was mostly fine; you didn't hear much from the guys and Jaehee. Although Seven, or Luciel as he had demanded to be called, had been bugging you all day. Random pictures of yourself were sent to your phone via him, followed by some teasing text. Did it piss you off that he was watching you constantly? Yes.
But.. did the thought of him watching you constantly also turn you on?..
Yea.
But how could it not? The charming, quirky redhead was so... alluring. He always talked like he was an open book, constantly joking and flirting around with you. But when you looked deeper into his words and conversations, he never said anything about himself.
That mystery was so alluring that whenever you thought of the man, you couldn't help but get a little... hot. Even now, while you were showering.
You bit your lip softly, as your hand softly trailed down to your heat. Surely, you would have privacy in your bathroom.
Right?
────
A smile slowly spread across Luciel's lips as he watched you proudly stand and admire your work. He giggled to himself from his desk, watching from his monitor as you sniffed your armpit and gagged exaggeratedly.
Sigh, what a woman, am I right?
Just as he was going to text you a picture of you gagging, his 'work' phone buzzed from across the room. He groaned, clearly annoyed by the disturbance, and decided to ignore it.
..Until he got a call.
He threw a tiny tantrum and wheeled his chair to a smaller desk that was surrounded by important papers. Buzzing in the middle of the mess was his phone displaying the name 'Zen'.
He grumbled to himself as he reached for the phone, making stank ass faces before picking up.
"Hello?" He batted his eyelashes and kicked his feet, even though it wasn't a video call.
"Heyy, Sevennn.. listen, I need a small tiney bitsy little favor.." The voice from the other line sounds like his normal charming self, but with undertones of nervousness.
"Oohh? Someone needs a favor? From THE 707? Why, me oh my! I never thought I would-"
"Yeah, yeah, just listen."
Luciel pouted from being cut off, but allowed it as Zen continued. The redhead turned his chair around once more, facing his monitors. When he noticed you had moved to a new location, his eyebrow arched as he moved towards his keyboard and began to search for you.
"And they won't stop bugging me! Like I'm sorry that I'm so sexy and gorgeous and-"
Zen's voice seemed to tune out as Luciel stared, wide-eyed, at this new view.
There you were, leaning against the cold shower wall, lips parted and cheeks flushed. Your hand, softly playing with your clit, occasionally dipping down into your soft, warm heat, causes a faint moan to escape your bitten lips.
Luciel felt his heart race as he stared at the unexpected sight on his monitor, his eyes widening in disbelief. He had been in the middle of a weird-ass conversation with Zen, but all thoughts of their conversation evaporated from his mind the moment he laid eyes on the gorgeous view in front of him.
There you were, completely naked and lost in your own world of pleasure, blissfully unaware that you were being watched.
Luciel couldn't tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding on his screen. He watched as your soft fingers danced over your most intimate area, your soft moans and gasps echoing through the speakers standing tall by his setup.
The way your plush body trembled with each touch, your chest heaving with every ragged breath, sent a ripple of desire through his body.
Oh god.
Luciel's pants grew tighter as he stared at the erotic display. His breath hitched, while his hardening cock began swelling and straining against the confines of his clothing.
He had always known that you were breathtakingly beautiful, but seeing you like this? Completely unguarded and consumed by your own lust, it took his breath away. The way your skin glistened with moisture, the water cascading down the gentle curves of your body.
God, what he would do just to lick up those droplets.
Unable to resist the urge to touch himself as he watched you, Luciel reached down and palmed his rock-hard cock through his pants, a low whine escaping his lips.
He couldn't believe this was happening, that he had stumbled upon such a private moment, something that you meant to keep to yourself. Something that if you knew he was watching, who knew what you would say.
...
But he couldn't look away...
Fuck. He just couldn't.
He couldn't stop himself from palming his thick shaft through his garments as you played with your dripping pussy on the screen of his monitor.
Luciel's mind raced with the possibilities, with the filthy things he wanted to do to your body.
His palming sped up as he thought of pinning you against that shower wall, spreading your thighs wide, and burying his face between your soft legs as he happily lapped up your natural slick.
Luciel couldn't help but yearn to worship every inch of your soft skin with his mouth and hands, to make you scream his name as he fucked you hard and deep and without mercy.
But for now, he was content to watch, to fondle himself as you brought yourself closer and closer to climax.
Your whimpers and moans growing louder and more desperate with each quick thrust of your fingers into your soft pussy. Luciel's hand palmed faster over his aching cock, his thighs struggling to stay apart as he watched you teeter on the brink of ecstasy, his own release fast approaching as he lost himself in the erotic spectacle before him.
"O-oh, shit.."
He knew you would probably never forgive him, had you found out about his little secret camera, but in that moment, none of it mattered.
All that mattered was the mindboggling pleasure of humping up into his hand to the most enchanting woman he had ever seen, utterly lost in your own world of bliss on his monitor.
He bit his lip as his groans leaked out.
He wants more. No, he needed more.
Palming couldn't tame his desire and want anymore. Quickly, one of his hands reached down to the sides of his pants and undergarments, swiftly pulling them down to reveal his hard, aching cock.
Luciel's fingers gripped his shaft with bruising force, his knuckles white as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. His breath came in shallow, ragged hitches, his eyes locked on the screen where you were arching your back in pleasure, your head lolling back against the tiling.
You looked utterly lost to the sensation, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers worked in a blur of desperate motions. He was moments away from the edge, his whole body vibrating with the effort not to shout out loud while on the phone with Zen. Who was still talking his fucking ear off. What a turn off.
Just as Luciel was teetering near his orgasm, your soft lips parted; a soft moan tore from your throat, echoing through your bathroom and the speakers beside his monitors.
"Luciel..."
You whimpered, your voice thick with a mixture of yearning and sheer ecstasy. The sound of his own name, spoken with such raw, unbridled need, snapped the last of his control.
"O-oh, fuck- fuck..!"
He trembled violently, his body jerking as he spilled his hot cum all over his hand and onto his desk, a quiet, quivering groan escaping his lips. The sheer intensity of your voice, coupled with the sight of your glistening, shivering body, had pushed him over the brink in an instant.
The redhead slumped back in his chair, chest heaving, his vision swimming as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through him.
’She... she said my name,' he thought, his mind reeling. ’Holy shit, she wants me, bro.'
On the other end of the line, Zen’s voice cut through the haze, laced with bewilderment and a touch of annoyance.
"Um, dude? You still there? Seriously, wtf was that noise? Did you just-"
Luciel didn't answer right away, his fingers still twitching against his thighs as he stared at the image of you, who was now sliding down the wall of the shower, your legs weak, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
He couldn't help but grin at the sight of you; he could feel his love intensify for you. He didn't care about the phone call anymore; he didn't care about Zen or their conversation about whatever the fuck. All he could think about was getting his hands on you.
"I'll call you back," Luciel managed to grate out, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears, strained and husky.
"What? Dudeee, I said I need help now!-"
Without another word, Luciel slammed the end-call button, tossing the phone haphazardly onto his desk. The redheaded man scrambled to his feet, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. His mind was a chaotic storm of lust and urgency.
He needed to get to your apartment; he needed to feel you under him, to hear you moan his name against his skin instead of through a speake-..
────
You stepped out of your shower, the steam rising around your naked, glistening body. Your thighs had a soft tremble to them, due to your previous activities in a hot ass shower. You grabbed a warm, fluffy towel and wrapped it loosely around your body, the damp strands of your hair clinging to your reddened cheeks.
Lost in thought, you began to wander towards the kitchen, ready to satisfy your post-orgasm craving for a late-night snack, when suddenly a loud bang sounded through the apartment.
Jumping at the unexpected noise, you froze for a moment debating whether or not to risk your life at the chance of an intruder, you decide 'fuck it' before rushing towards the sound, your heart pounding in your ears. As you slowly approached the location of the loud noise, you noticed that your window was open, and you discovered the unmistakable figure of Luciel, his tall frame squeezing through the opening.
"S- Luciel? What the ever-loving fuck are you doing?" you stared bewildered at the scene before you. But you couldn't help but notice the very soft pulse coming from your private area.
I guess seeing the man you were masturbating to all disarranged and sneaking into your apartment would do that to a lady.
Luciel emerged from the window, his hair slightly disheveled, but his eyes burning with an intensity you had never seen before as he turned to face you.
"Gorgeous," he breathed, his voice heavy with a mixture of longing and possession that sent a shiver down your spine.
"I... I didn't mean to scare you, honest! But when I heard you... heard you say my name..." He paused, his gaze raking over your towel-clad form, a hunger evident in his expression.
What the fuck? How the fuck does he know about..
Oh my fucking god, there's a camera in that fucking bathroom.
The realization sent a rush of embarrassment and something else through you. It was wrong. Completely inappropriate and just so wrong! But.. the thought that he had been watching.. you.
That he had seen you lost in such a moment and broke INTO your place, just because you said his name? Oh, that was fucking hot.
Unable to resist, Luciel crossed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands coming up to cup your face tenderly as he leaned in close.
"Baby.." he murmured, his breath hot against your soft lips.
"I want you. Fuck, I need you soo badly." And with that declaration, his lips were on yours. Hungry and so fucking desperate, hand moving down from your face and onto your hip.
You found yourself melting into the kiss with a hum, your towel slipping down to pool around your feet as you pressed yourself closer against him. You could feel the hard, hot length of him through his clothes, his lust evident as he pinned your back hard against the wall.
His hands slid down to grip your ass, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of your ass as he grinded himself against you. Groaning into your mouth from the motion.
Lost in the heat of the moment, you tangled your fingers in his red hair, tugging lightly as you arched into him, a needy whimper escaping your throat. Luciel responded to the sound, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of your sweet mouth as he drank in the taste of you happily. You kissed for what felt like forever; you could feel the temperature rising from your bodies.
God, you need more right fucking now or-
While lost in your mind, Luciel reached down and scooped you up by the backs of your plush thighs, tapping your ass to encourage you to wrap your legs around his waist to carry you towards the couch.
You bit back a whine at the sudden movement, instinctively locking your ankles together behind his back, your towel falling away completely to leave you bare. You could feel the hard, thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your naked pussy through the fabric of his pants, and fuck, you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.
Luciel laid you down gently on the couch, his eyes roving over your naked form with undisguised lust.
"Fuck, pretty.." he groaned,
"You're so fucking beautiful.. I want to taste every inch of you." Slowly, he settled himself between your thighs, forcing them apart until he had a clear view of your glistening pink folds, groaning at the sight.
You squirmed beneath him, a deep blush staining your cheeks as you felt Luciel's intense gaze upon your pussy. You were still sensitive from your earlier fun, and the knowledge that he had seen you in such a private moment only intensified that feeling.
When Luciel finally leaned in and dragged his tongue sloowly up your slit, you nearly screamed. Your back arching off the couch as pleasure jolted through you.
"Oh..!- Ooh, fuck..!"
Luciel moaned at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the sweet slick of your arousal.
He delved deeper, his tongue parting your lower lips as he sought out the hard, throbbing bud of your clit. You trembled beneath him, your hands shooting down to his head, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging urgently as he lapped and suckled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He could feel himself slobbering on you, his saliva dripping down your pussy.
He took his time, worshipping your pretty pussy with his lips and tongue, determined to make you cum from his mouth alone. He could feel your thighs quivering around his head, hear your broken cries and gasps as he ate you out. Your scent, the feel of your warmed skin, the taste of your pussy. Fuck, it was all intoxicating, all-consuming.
"Lu..! I'm soo fucking- so fucking close..!" Your fingers tightened the grip you had on his hair.
As he felt you clench around his tongue, your folds growing slicker and your breathing more ragged, Luciel focused his efforts on your swelling clit.
Flicking and circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before sucking hard. At the same time, he slid two fingers inside your tight, hot pussy, pumping them in a steady rhythm as he licked and sucked your throbbing clit.
It didn't take long before you were teetering on the very brink of your orgasm, your whole body drawn taut as a bowstring. With a light, keening cry of Luciel's name, your back arched violently off the couch cushion, your spine curving as the pleasure washed through you in devastating waves.
"Lu-ciel.! O-ooh.. fuuck..!"
Your orgasm tore through you with brutal intensity, your inner walls clamping down on Saeyoung's pumping fingers as you cried out his name in a voice raw and broken with ecstasy.
The sight of you unraveling so completely, your soft skin flushed a deep rose from your heaving breasts to your shaking thighs, your hair splayed in wild disarray against the cushions, your face contorted in absolute bliss..
Holy shit, it was too much for Luciel to withstand.
He whined against your spasming pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending aftershocks ricocheting through your sensitive core. But even as he felt you shuddering beneath him, even as he tasted the fresh flood of your sweet cum coating his tongue and chin, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the erotic spectacle above him.
Your eyes had rolled back slightly, your tongue peeking between her parted, panting lips, your cheeks flushed with the aftermath of your climax. You looked utterly intoxicating, completely his, and the possessive thrill of that knowledge slammed into him with physical force.
Luciel's hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding his throbbing erection against the edge of the couch as he continued to lap at your quivering folds. The friction was maddening, insufficient, yet combined with the visual feast before him, it pushed him dangerously close to the edge. He originally intended to make you cum again, to bury himself inside you and find his own release within your pretty pussy..
However, his body had other plans..
You finally managed to lift your heavy-lidded eyes, your dark gaze hazy with pleasure as it connected with his. You saw the strain in his face, the desperation in his flushed cheeks and parted lips, the way his hips continued to seek friction even as he tried to maintain control.
A slow, knowing smile curved your mouth, mischievous and devastatingly gorgeous.
"Luciel..?" you breathed, your voice a sultry purr that scraped against his frayed nerves.
"Are you going to...?" she chuckled at the thought, gazing down at him, "cum? From just watching me?"
Your words, spoken in that teasing manner, shattered the last of his restraint. The image of you, sated and glowing, your body still trembling from his hard work, that expression daring him to lose control, burned itself into his mind.
He felt the pressure build at the base of his spine, hot and urgent and utterly unstoppable. A strangled groan ripped from his throat as he buried his face against your inner thigh, his hips snapping forward once, twice, as his cock pulsed and throbbed against the couch's edge.
"F-fuck! O-oh, ooh, fuck pretty..!"
He choked out, his whole body trembling as he spent himself in his pants like an overwhelmed teenager, the humiliation of it forgotten in the blinding intensity of his release.
He shuddered against you, his fingers still buried inside your clenching pussy, his mouth open and panting against your warm thigh as his body shuddered and trembled from the strength of his orgasm.
It was the most intense orgasm he had experienced in recent memory, and he hadn't even been inside you.. hadn't even had direct stimulation! Just the mere sight of you lost in ecstasy, the taste of your slick.
You watched him with widened eyes, your own aftershocks forgotten in your fascination with his orgasm. You felt the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled desperately against your hip, the hot gusts of his breath against your oversensitive pussy.
When he finally stilled, slumping forward with his forehead resting against your lower abdomen, you found yourself grinning despite your sluggish state.
"Well," you murmured, running your fingers through his disheveled red hair with surprising tenderness, "that was... flattering."
Luciel laughed, the sound muffled and slightly hysterical against your skin. He pressed a shaky kiss to your hipbone, then your navel, lingering at the stretch marks there before lifting his head to meet your gaze. His eyes were blown wide, his usual mischievous energy replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.
"Fuck, I-I didn't wanna cum so soon..!" he admitted, his voice rough.
"I was going to make sure you came until you couldn't walk. Then fuck you on every damn surface of this apartment." He glanced down at the darkening stain on his pants with a shy smile.
"Clearly, my self-control needs work.."
You tugged at his hair, guiding him up your body until they were face to face. You leaned in, sealing him in a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, slow and deep and devastatingly intimate.
"Hmm, I don't know.." you whispered against his mouth, feeling him stir already, against your thigh.
"I think your eagerness is.. kind of cute? In a terrifying, broke-into-my-apartment kind of way, of course."
You felt his laughter vibrate through him, felt the way his hands settled possessively at your waist.
"Shit, I'm going to need to make that up to you.." he murmured against your lips, his expression shifting to something more intent, more hungry.
"Multiple times. Starting now."
Luciel scooped you up into his arms once more, his hands gripping your plush ass as he stood, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He carried you towards the wall, his intent clear in the heated look he smirked at you.
"Luci, what the fuck are you-" you started to protest, but the words quickly died in your throat as he bumped your back against the wall, his lips claiming yours in a brutal, demanding kiss.
He nipped at your bottom lip, easing the sting with his tongue before diving onto your lips, his tongue tangling with your own. You still could taste yourself on him, the musky essence of your cum mingling with the weird, yummy taste of his favorite chips. You hooked your ankles closer together at the small of his back, urging him closer, needing to feel every hard, not-so-muscular inch of him pressed against your body.
Luciel groaned into the kiss when he felt your fingers sink into his hair by the nape of his neck, tugging urgently as you arched into him. He could feel your nipples, hard and straining, poking into his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. God, did he ache to taste them, to suckle the sensitive peaks until you were writhing against him.
But he had other plans first.
You gasped as Luciel's lips tore from yours, his mouth blazing a searing trail down the column of your throat. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing over your neck before he soothed the reddening mark with his tongue.
You shuddered in his arms, your head falling back against the wall to give him better access to your neck and collarbone. You could feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing insistently against your slick, dripping folds, and you jolted your hips forward to grind yourself against him, desperate for more friction.
Luciel growled lowly in his throat, his hands tightening their bruising grip on your ass as he rocked against you.
"You drive me fucking crazy," he grunted out, his voice rougher than you'd ever heard it before.
"I can't stop thinking about you, even when I'm not supposed to be. I want to fuck you until you forget your own name, until all you can think about is the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock inside you." He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, the broad head of his erection nudging against your pussy.
You whimpered softly, your nails raking down his back as you clung to him. You could feel the others drifting through your thoughts—the way Jumin had held you as they danced, his strong arms encircling you, his lips brushing your ear as he sang to you softly.
The way Jaehee had looked at you from across the dinner table, her amber eyes intense even from a distance; the way she had blushed and stammered and shot her shy glances when she thought you weren't looking.
But as Luciel's hands slid higher, cupping the soft swells of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh until your nipples strained against his palms.
You couldn't think of anyone but Luciel in that moment, couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of his lean body pressed so close to yours, the heat of his breath on your neck, the pursuit of his hands on your most sensitive, intimate places. You gasped, arching into his touch as he rolled and plucked at the stiff tips of your nipples, sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your pussy.
"Luci.. fuck, please.." you whimpered, feeling herself growing wetter, needier by the second.
"Pleease fuck me.. please fill me..! Please.. m-make me cum.."
Luciel grunted, his eyes darkening with lust and satisfaction at your desperate pleas. He couldn't deny you, not when you were begging so prettily, your voice rough with need and desire.
With one swift motion, he released his thick, throbbing erection from the confines of his pants, the heavy shaft slapping against your slick, heated folds. You whimpered, your body clenching around nothing, aching to be filled, to be taken and claimed and ruined for anyone else.
The lean man was pushing forward, his cockhead slowly stretchingg your entrance, and you couldn't help but cry out against him, your voice echoing off the walls of your apartment as he stretched and filled you in one loong, relentless thrust.
"Fuuck, baby.. look at you so fucking prettyy.. and tight for me.." Luciel groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he hilted himself inside your warm, tight pussy.
He could feel you fluttering around him, your inner walls gripping his cock, and fuck, he doesn't think he can last long, not with the way you were squeezing his cock so perfectly. Not with the way you were panting and whimpering and begging soo sweetly for him.
He started to move, his hips rocking against yours in a steady, driving rhythm that had him pulling out slowly before slamming back in, over and over and over again.
Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, each pull made you gasp and reach for him, your nails sinking into his biceps, his shoulders, anywhere you could grasp to anchor yourself against the overwhelming sensations.
"O-ooh fuck, fuck..!"
He fucked you harder and deeper, just as he'd promised, his cock driving into your pussy again and again until you were sobbing, trembling with pleasure.
"That's it, pretty, f-fucking take it.." he whined, his voice rough and low in his chest.
"T-take my fucking cock.. let me feel that sweet cunt squeezing me while I ruin you. Ooh, fuck, I'm going to make you cum so hard, baby.. so fucking hard. U-until you can't walk.. oh godd, until all you can do is fucking lie there and remember the feeling of my hard cock splitting you open again and again and again..."
He punctuated each word of his ramble with a sharp, precise thrust, and you wailed, your voice breaking on a scream as your 3rd orgasm crashed through you.
"Ff-fuuck..! I-I'm gonna, o-oh fuck..!"
You convulsed around him, your soft pussy clamping down as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through you. Luciel moaned as he felt you cum, your velvety walls massaging his cock, pushing him closer to the edge. He fucked you through it, his hips never stopping their relentless pace, until you collapsed against his chest, boneless and panting and utterly spent.
But even as he felt you beginning to relax, Luciel knew he wasn't done with you yet. He had promised you multiple orgasms, and he intended to keep that vow.
Pulling out of you with a slick, wet sound, he carried your limp body towards the window, the shades still up from when he had first broken in.. oops.
He could see the surprise and a flicker of nervousness in your eyes as he settled you down onto the carpeted floor, your legs still trembling from the force of your climax.
"Luci..! W-wait!" you panted, your voice rough and scratchy from screaming. "Not out here, someone might see..."
But Luciel just smiled, a wicked, devilish grin that sent a thrill of both fear and exhilaration down your spine.
"I want them to see,"
He said, his voice a low purr as he settled between your spread thighs.
"Let them see what a sexy, gorgeous fucking woman you are, spread out for me like a feast. I want them.. no, I need them to know that this pretty little cunt belongs to me. That I'm the only one who can make you scream and beg like this..."
He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, his breath hot and teasing against your slick, swollen folds. You shuddered, a gasp escaping your bruised lips as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair.
"N-no, Luciel.." you whimpered, "please, I can't- there's no way.. I'm too sensitive..!"
But Luciel just chuckled, the vibrations sending sparks of sensation rushing through you.
"Ah ah, I know, pretty.." he murmured, his voice soothing even as his tongue flicked out to trace the contours of your slit, teasing you with the lightest touch possible. "I'll make you feel soo good, baby. I promise, I can do it! Just relax and let me take care of you..."
Then his mouth was on you, his tongue delving deep to lap at your pretty pussy. You were arching off the floor, your fingers twisting in his hair as you cried out with pleasure.
"Ssh-shit..!"
Luciel groaned in satisfaction as he ate you out, his tongue swirling around your clit, flicking and suckling at the sensitive, swollen bud until you were writhing beneath him, your thighs clamping around his head tightly, holding him in place as he pleasured you.
He could feel you beginning to tighten around his tongue, your body tensing as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and he doubled his efforts desperately, fucking his tongue into your pusyy hard and fast, curling it to hit that special spot deep inside that made you see stars.
"L-luciel..!" You practically screamed, your voice echoing across the room as your second orgasm crashed through you, the force of it making you convulse almost violently, your back bowing off the carpet.
Your hands were scrambling at his hair, tugging desperately as the pleasure became too much, the sensation overwhelming. But still Luciel didn't stop, his lips and tongue and chin glistening with the evidence of your slick as he lapped at your pussy, pushing you ruthlessly towards a fifth orgasm.
It was too much, too intense, but you couldn't make yourself push him away, couldn't bring yourself to deny the ecstasy he was giving you, the bliss that radiated through every cell in your body.
The slick, obscene sound of Luciel's sucking and slurping filled the room, mixing with your high, breathy cries, gasps, and pleas.
Anyone walking by could have seen the lewd display, you splayed out on the floor, your thighs spread wide, the man's head buried between your legs as he ate you out with single-minded intensity.
But you could no more stop the moans and mewls and screams that spilled from your throat than you could stop the tremors that shook your body, the orgasms that wracked through you again. You were helpless to do anything but feel, to surrender yourself completely to the overwhelming sensations Luciel was giving you, to the way he made your body sing and scream and beg for more.
As the final aftershocks of your fifth fucking orgasm shook through you, Luciel finally pulled back, his chin and mouth and even his neck glistening with your juices, his eyes dark and hungry as he crawled up your body, his hips settling between your quivering thighs.
You could feel the thick, heavy length of his cock pressing insistently against your belly, feeling the way it throbbed and pulsed as Luciel leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, filthy kiss.
"You taste soo fucking sweet, baby.." Luciel murmured against your plump lips, his voice rough and low and laced with lust.
"God, I could eat this pretty little pussy for hours and never get enough." He rolled his hips against yours, his cock sliding against your slick, puffy pussy, your head falling back against the carpet as pleasure sparked through you once more.
"F-feel soo good, Luciel.." you managed to mutter out in your hazed state.
Luciel groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he fought for control, fought the urge to slam forward and bury himself in your pretty cunt.
But he wanted to make this last, wanted to savor every inch of you, to wring out every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body. He wanted you to be ruined, to be addicted to the feeling of his cock inside your pussy.
He wanted to fuck you so hard that you forgot your own fucking name, forgot everything but the feeling of his heavy cock splitting you open.
Luciel leaned down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, rolling the stiff tip gently before suckling hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh until you cried out. He spoiled them with kisses and nips and licks, his stubble rasping against the tender skin until you were panting and writhing beneath him, your voice breaking on a scream as the pleasure became too much, too intense.
The redhead could feel the need building in you. The addicting energy in the air as he rolled his hips against you, his cock sliding between your slick folds, nudging against your clit with every thrust.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging urgently as the coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.
"Lucciell..!" you whimpered, choking back a cry. "Please.. please fuck me, fill me, please, please, god..! Please, make me yours, all yours...!"
With a low, guttural groan, Luciel surged forward, the red head of his cock pushing past your tight entrance as he buried himself fully inside you in one quick thrust.
You cried out as Luciel's cock stretched and filled your pussy, the thick, heavy cock pulsing and throbbing within the tight grip of your walls. Your hands scrambled for his shoulder, your nails raking down the skin there as you tried to pull him even closer.
Luciel's hips rolled and rocked against yours in relentless thrust. He fucked you hard and deep, his cock driving deeper into you until you were sobbing, your body shaking and trembling from the force of his thrusts. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by your broken cries and Luciel's low, rough grunts of pleasure as he lost himself in the tight, wet heat of your pussy.
"Fuuck.. pretty girl, so good for me.. soo fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, to draw out the unreasonable pleasure of being buried inside you.
He could feel your slick walls fluttering around him, could feel the way your body clenched and tightened, pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust. But still he kept fucking deep into you, kept driving you into the carpet with a single-minded intensity, determined to make you cum until you were boneless and spent in the pleasure he gave you.
"Luciel.. fuck..! Please, I-I’m soo close, don't- don’t fucking stop...!" you whimpered, your hips rolling instinctively to meet his, to take him deeper.
Your voice broke on a whine as another orgasm crashed through you, your body trembling beneath him, the soft walls of your pussy clamping down around him for the fucking millionth time, god, you’re probably gonna die.
Luciel whined against your neck, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt you quiver around him, your orgasm triggering his own, the pressure that had been building deep in his belly exploding outward in a rush of heat and pleasure that had him seeing stars behind his eyelids.
He slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep inside your pussy as spurts of his hot cum filled you, his cock pulsing and jerking as he pumped you full.
"Shit.." he murmured, his voice raw and broken as he came harder than he ever had in his damn life.
He could feel your pussy still clenching around his cock, your greedy walls working to suck out every last drop, as it only intensified the pleasure.
As he finally came to his senses, Luciel collapsed onto you, his full weight pressing down on you as he struggled to catch his breath, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs.
He could feel you shaking beneath him, could hear the soft, broken sounds of your pleasure-slurred voice as you clung to him gently. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his lips brushing against the warm skin there before he rolled his hips gently, feeling his softening cock slipping free of your pussy with a wet, obscene sound.
He watched in satisfaction as his cum trickled out of you, painting your thighs in a sheer, glistening white. He felt a dark sense of pride, of possession, at the thought that he had marked you, claimed you, in the most primal way possible.
Luciel stayed over you, lost in thoughts of how to remember this wonderful day. He tilted his head back, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer was waiting for him up there. A beat passed before he turned his head to the side, his eyes zoning in beside the window.
There, lying by the window, that he broke, oops. It was his bag, holding all of his shit.
He stared at it for a moment before a mischievous ass grin spread on his lips. He leaned to the side and grabbed the bag, reaching in to search for his phone. Pulling it out, he threw the bag randomly behind him and smiled down at you.
You were still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure of your intense orgasms when you finally registered the redheaded bitch hovering above you. His face was partially obscured by his phone, the glow of the camera's flash casting a bright light that shielded his dumbass grin.
"Smile for the camera, baby!"
NOTE: YALL IM SRRY IT'S NOT THE TSUKKI/REDAER/KAGE ITS IN THE WORKS DONT FUCKING SHOOT ME. on another note PLS give me more request i live, love, and die when you guys comment on my stuff pls keep it comingggg, also if u see any errors no u did not
TITLE CREDS: around of applause for the smut prompt list by: @planet-dusk! yummy yummy
☆𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : mention of attempted suicide following canon secret endings :(
☆𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 : fluff, tiny bit of angst? It's really comfort
☆𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 : He didn't know exactly when it had happened or how it had happened, but Saeyoung was watching you with his own two eyes when you made his brother laugh for the first time since he came back from Mint Eye. He realized then and there that you had somehow flipped a switch somewhere inside of his brother. (2.3k words)
-
Seven looks back on the time you, Saeran and himself have spent together and how far you've come ! This is set before the last episode of the secret ending <3
♪𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 : That was an emotional write for me, love these two brothers so so much!! I also posted this on ao3. This is set in the same universe as Take me to church but can also be read as a standalone.
✧˖*°࿐
He didn't know exactly when it had happened. How it had happened. But Saeyoung was watching you with his own two eyes when you made his brother laugh for the first time since he came back from Mint Eye. He realized then and there that you had somehow flipped a switch somewhere inside of his brother. It was barely a laugh, more like a small chuckle really, but for Saeyoung it had been like seeing an angel come straight down from the sky while heaven's music played in his ears to bless him with god's own favor. The sound made his heart jump inside his chest and his eyes fell on you beaming like a child who'd found a treasure, looking at Saeran.
You'd just said a dumb joke, something like a pun about the icecream he was always eating, while you were all sat around the red kitchen table. You were pretty much expecting him to just cringe at you or call you an idiot, but instead he'd glanced at you while smiling and hid his laughter behind his hand covered by his oversized jumper. Time froze between the three of you as Saeran also registered the fact he'd just laughed. His first instinctive reaction was to clam up, to straighten his posture and to stop smiling while coughing awkwardly. He felt uncomfortable at displaying positive emotions, having rewired his brain to avoid them as much as possible in front of his twin. But when his gaze fell to said twin, he saw the tears starting to form in his eyes and something inside of him suddenly softened. His shoulders dropped and instead, he attempted to smile again at the golden-eyed redhead.
"Hyung... Calm down, I am capable of laughing you know" he spoke softly, almost like a whisper had escaped him, and he averted his eyes, glancing down at his feet. It was still so hard for him to show any sign of vulnerability, but he was trying really hard. No one said anything at first, and Saeran began wondering when he'd let his walls down enough to feel this safe, to the point of letting himself laugh. Much like his brother was asking himself at the same moment, unbeknownst to him.
"Yeah... I know. Of course I know. I just... I want to hear this sound more often." Saeyoung reached out to hold your hand across the table, smiling at you through glossy eyes that were being filled with tears threatening to spill. He didn't think he could ever be more grateful to you.
-
He thought back to your first meeting with his brother, and he wondered how a person as resilient as you could exist on this earth. After all, Saeran had broken into your apartment and threatened to kidnap you, yet you'd accepted him as part of your new family immediately. When Saeyoung had finally accepted your feelings for him, he had never needed to tell you that him and his brother were a package deal only because you beat him to it.
"We'll find him and we'll bring him back. I promise you I'll stay by both of your sides until you can be reunited." you'd told him in the apartment, late at night before leaving for Magenta. He remembers the determination that dripped from your voice and the love in your eyes. You were his source of courage, he knew he would never make it far if you weren't by his side to motivate him and remind him of the future he was fighting for. He couldn't find the words then, so he simply brought you into his arms and nuzzled his nose in your hair.
You were the one who had inserted the floppy disk that carried the pictures of his brother smiling -his most prized possession- into the computer at Mint Eye's headquarters and begged Saeran to listen to reason and to come home with both of you when Saeyoung himself was frozen in fear and panic. He didn't even know you had taken it with you. His heart started swelling with pride and love at the memory.
When he'd kidnapped his brother from the hospital, you didn't pressure him or tell him he wasn't spending enough time with you. You texted and called daily to check in on him and his brother and when he called you, crying because he caught his brother attempting to take his own life you told him you'd bring groceries to his house now because you could sense he was too anxious to leave him alone without him having to tell you anything. You waited for him for hours in his garage just in case he felt it was safe enough to step out for a minute, all so you could catch a fleeting moment with him.
"Take your time. I'll be here, waiting for you once you're both ready to get back out there again." You were holding his hand, your thumb caressing the skin it could find and your eyes were never letting go of his, filling him with determination and a renewed vigor to nurse his brother back to health.
"I don't deserve you" He'd whispered back, although what he had really wanted to say was "thank you".
"You deserved someone to look out for you without ulterior motives since you were born. If anything, I'm just a bit late." You'd smiled at him, beaming with those characteristically bright eyes of yours, and he couldn't resist the urge to steal that grin from your face by cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and pressing his lips to yours, transferring your smile from your mouth to his after he broke away from you. You were so beautiful then, he thought, face all flustered and blushing. He wanted to see that face for the rest of his life. He told you he wanted to live with you then, but you knew it would take time.
His mind wandered to the time he'd bought up the idea to his brother.
"You mean... here ? With us ?" Saeran had asked, his eyes downcast on his hands at the other end of the couch they were both sitting on.
"Only if you would feel comfortable enough. You know you'll always be my priority." Saeyoung was staring at the top of his twin's head that was presented to him, and the red roots peaking from his bleached hair reminded him of the last few months they'd been living here and the progress they had made together. He was terrified of jeopardizing how far they'd come but over the last month, you'd started coming over more frequently and Saeyoung noticed how your presence seemed to soothe the ever-present tension in the house. The first time you'd come to visit he was really nervous but it was nothing compared to how anxious you felt, your hands were visibly shaking when you had stepped into the bunker he called a home. However, as soon as you saw his twin you closed your fists to stop -or hide- the trembling and smiled. It had only gone smoothly from there.
"It's not... I don't mind her". The white haired twin started. Saeyoung remained silent, wanting to give him the space he needed to speak. "Would we able to? I just don't want to scare her away...". Although the red-head didn't know to what extent yet, Saeran had slowly started admitting to himself that maybe he did care for his twin after all and that maybe, his happiness could be theirs. Maybe they really were another version of one another like he told him. "Another me" he thought. And so, he had started caring when he saw how bright his brother was around you. And he had started caring about you. It was hard not to with the amount of attention and care you had been showering him with any time you came to see them, bringing him ice cream and shouting at Saeyoung to add a window somewhere in the bunker so he could look at the sky.
His words seemingly took his twin aback for a second as he didn't say anything. Then he laughed softly. "I'm more afraid of her scaring you away!" and just like that it was decided you would move in with the Choi twins.
It went fast, as everything did with Saeyoung. You were fully moved in within the week and the red bunker started being filled with your posters, pictures, nail polish and mugs. You bought more life to this place than the sun itself ever could have. Yes, Saeyoung thought, that must have been when. Your presence in the house changed everything, there was a lot less stress and everything seemed more cheerful as they awoke to the smell of eggs and coffee everyday.
"Let me handle it! I have to prove that I'm a good roommate !" You had told both of them when they asked to help you with your cleaning spree, your hair up in a ponytail and your hands covered by dishwashing gloves while you were jokingly flexing your arms muscles in front of them. Saeyoung loved when you cleaned, not because it resulted in the cleanest place he'd ever lived in, but because you always turned on the radio and started singing to it. Your voice could be heard throughout the whole place as you sang along to whatever came on the station at that time, sometimes messing up the lyrics but laughing all the more for it.
You had single handedly managed to turn the shithole he used to hate, full of sorrow and terrible memories of sleepless night made out of desperate prayers, into a home. They didn't just live in the same place anymore. They lived together.
One day he had come home from looking for places to set up his toy shop to his twin and you both in the bathroom, Saeran facing the mirror and sitting on a stool in front of you while you were chopping away at his white strands with the scissor you'd once cut Saeyoung's hair with.
"Oh hey honey! You're home early." You'd said with a smile but quickly focusing back on the task at hand. Saeran had asked for your help to cut away the remaining white from his overgrown red hair as you had told him you started cutting his brother's hair after Vanderwood stopped coming over.
"Yeah... The last place was smaller than I expected so it was quick." He'd said while staring at you like you were an alien that came down from the ISS straight into his bunker.
"Hey... You're cutting super short." Saeran had grumbled while bending forward slightly to look back at his reflection in the mirror.
"Stop moving around so much ! I'm almost done, and I warned you it'd be shorter than what you're used to if you wanted to get rid of all of it." You playfully straightened him back onto his seat and resumed your activity, Saeyoung now leaning in the doorway to observe you both quietly.
Thinking about everything that had happened, the realization hit Saeyoung like a brick : you were filling a hole they both suffered from unknowingly. You were being maternal to them, making them food, welcoming them home, holding them when they needed it, doing their laundry, cutting their hair, cleaning for them. You were caring for them, from the simplest task to the biggest act of love he'd ever received.
He felt his chest tighten and missed a breath, feeling like a gap in his heart that he thought was long gone was finally closing. He never received anything in his life unless he worked for it, wether it was for his mother he had to run errands for just to get scraps of food or V and Rika he had to take care of the RFA for, he had to have some purpose to get anything out of life. He understood that. He never even considered that anyone could love him without expecting anything in return, that sometimes it was okay for him to simply take without having to give back.
So for him to finally understand that you were kind to them for no reason other than the fact that you loved them, both of them, felt like he just awoke from a long dreamless sleep. Yes, he finally realized, that was how.
-
"And so do I!" You smiled at Saeran and playfully snatched the bowl of ice cream he had in front of him while he was nervously playing with his hands. Saeyoung snapped back to reality at the sound and his eyes blinked the tears away to find their focus back. He watched as the two most important people in his life playfully fought over a snack that was a luxury for him as a child, without a care in the world, all anxiety and hurt gone. Your laughter filled the air as you were trying to shove Saeran's hands away from getting the treat back before you could finish it.
"C'mon it's the last bit of it ! Don't be like that !" The green-eyed twin moaned at you while grasping for the bowl you were still securely holding.
Saeyoung smiled... then laughed. He really had to hurry up and use the ring that was stashed away in his jean pocket soon.
✧˖*°࿐
If you read this far please leave a heart and a comment, they mean so much to me ! Love you<3
I discovered that the fandom isn't as dead as I thought during the server maintenance, publishing this word vomit might actually resonate with someone on here lolol-
cw: fem!reader, smut, established relationship, self-deprecating thoughts by Seven (+idolizing MC), first time sex, implied virgin!Seven, unprotected sex, rough sex (dom!Seven if you will), mentions of religion, if you squint there might be a trace of a corruption kink
bf!Saeyoung who, to your dismay, tries to ignore his debilitating sexual attraction towards you. You're not sure if it's due to his beliefs, his secretive nature, or his habit of resolving issues (his feelings) entirely by himself. But he leaves you to your own devices, not noticing your sexual frustration, swallowing his own, for quite a long time.
bf!Saeyoung who feels guilty for sexualising you, not knowing you long for him to do so. He tries to hide his desire for you, noticing it slipping through the cracks of his hard shell occasionally. He isn't aware how much his fleeting touches, quick glances down your shirt and his meticulously thought-out innuendos affect you, how much he turns you on.
bf!Saeyoung who doesn't shy away from messing with you, teasing you, joking around until sunrise. But when it comes to touching you, he treats you like a fragile, precious doll that could crack with every hard grip. Even when you sit on his lap, sentimental due to the late hours, intimately sharing a kiss. His hands always find themselves politely around your waist, pressing your forehead against his by the back of your head at most. Just remembering your small gasps, sweet smell and warm hands on his cheeks is enough to satisfy him whilst relieving himself in the shower.
bf!Saeyoung who never wasted a single thought at the possibility of you being physically attracted to him. He isn't the most handsome, fit, or properly kempt guy out there -- especially compared to fellow RFA member Zen. He knows you share the same humour, that you value his intellect, and that you feel safe with him. But, even after months of being a couple, he believes his desires are one-sided. He accepts this, in his self-conscious mind.
bf!Saeyoung who thinks you take pity on him, who regrets being so obvious with his needs, as you deepen the kiss one night, trailing your hands down his upper body. He stops you, placing one sweet, longing, kiss on your forehead, before turning away. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, make you do something just for the sake of pleasing him, and put in unnecessary work. He is the one who promised to make you happy, make up for all the pain he caused to you, die for you if needed. But he doesn't know how long he can suppress his greedy needs. Especially with your soft body pressed against his back like this. He doesn't realize how upset you are, as he sneaks off into the bathroom hours later.
bf!Saeyoung who believes you are nothing but an innocent angel sent by God to make up for his messed up childhood. Whether this may or may not be a metaphor, he tells himself that a low-value guy like him has no right to use your sacred body for his primitive desires. He considers himself blessed already, being able to kiss, caress, tickle, pinch, massage and cuddle you to his hearts content. However, it won't hurt you if he pounds you silly in his dreams sometimes.
bf!Saeyoung who comes home later than expected this particular evening, having spent it with his brother as planned. You're already in bed, sitting against the headboard, reading a story in the dim, orange light of your bed lamp. Today, you decided it's finally time to take this relationship a step further, using a much more bold approach this time.
bf!Saeyoung who is unaware of the slick pooling between your legs, as he thoughtlessly pulls his shirt over his toned upper body. He cluelessly recites an anecdote about his brother while changing into his pajama pants, not noticing your attentive look isn't caused by his great storytelling skills. He is not worrying about the impact he could have on you, standing in front of your shared bed, fully bare except for his boxer shorts, even if just for a split second. You will fuck this naivety out of him tonight, no matter how much this might take.
bf!Saeyoung who attempts to climb under the covers, reaching out to press you into his chest as usual. However, as he lifts the blanket, he halts his movements. Instead of your baggy sweats, or the cute button up with the matching shorts you try to tempt him with occasionally, he is met with something much more skimpy. You're only in your panties, a lace trim adorning its hem, as well as a slim-fitted cotton shirt. This combo maximises sex appeal while still maintaining plausible deniability if things go wrong, at least in your mind. Your erect nipples already poke against the thin fabric, as your entire body heats up in anticipation of the dirty things you hope you will do with your boyfriend.
bf!Saeyoung's brain short-circuits, having never seen so much of your bare skin before. He is awkwardly frozen in place, one knee already on the mattress, a corner of the blanket raised in the air. You try not to lose your composure, as you place the miscellaneous items you had scattered around yourself on the night stand. You feel his eyes follow all of your movements, his facial expression unclear to you. He really mastered his poker face due to his grey-area work for his previous agency.
bf!Saeyoung who takes a moment to fully grasp the sensuality of the situation, suddenly feeling very naked next to you as well. He isn't entirely sure if this is a dream or reality, as his imagination has cooked up similar fantasies close to this one more than once.
bf!Saeyoung who doesn't dare to move, even as you gently take the blanket away from his stiff hand to push it away from yourself, revealing yourself to him fully. If he was strong enough, if this may have happened earlier in the relationship, he would have been able to crack a joke and, even while suffering from painful blue-balls, fall asleep next to you without incident. He is dreadfully aware that this isn't the case right now, hard dick pressing against his boxers.
bf!Saeyoung who wishes a hole opens below him and swallows him whole, the moment he watches your eyes drop, noticing the tent between his legs. Bf!Saeyoung who still, even now, believes your intentions are pure. You must have a valid reason to be so bare, that doesn't involve craving his lips and hands all over your body.
bf!Saeyoung who is very quickly proven wrong about his perceived innocence of you. You haven't said a single word to him yet, giving him a moment to digest the sight in front of him. You know your boyfriend is easily startled, even if he considers himself pretty level-headed. Realizing, he doesn't seem to defrost, you escalate things further.
You slowly scoot down the bed, looking up at him with glossy eyes, batting your lashes at him seductively. You carefully lay on your back under his hovering form, one arm loosely draped over your head. The index finger of your other hand finds one of your nipples, pressing it down on the hardened bud delicately. You bashfully spread your legs, putting all of yourself on display in one, very desperate, attempt, noticing the slim fabric of this pair not covering as much as you would expect from your usual underwear.
bf!Saeyoung who, finally, after months and months of teasing, pining, kissing, hiding, ... just cracks. This deliciously perverted sight in front of him just breaks his brain like a dam, all the pent-up sexual frustration pouring out rapidly. You gasp in surprise, as he suddenly pounces on you with a type of vigour you couldn't have anticipated.
bf!Saeyoung who can't help himself and rip you to shreds. Who kneads your tits over your shirt, ruthlessly sucking, pulling and biting your nipples, not even thinking as far as to pull up the fabric until you do it for him. Who finally grabs your hips tightly, burying his nails in your plush skin while rutting his clothed boner into your drenched heat relentlessly.
your yapper bf!Saeyoung who surprises you with his uncharacteristically quietness, not speaking a single word to you, as his busy mouth is occupied with other activities. After circling his tongue around yours, exploring your mouth in a way he has never dared to before, he pushes your panty to the side and buries his greedy lips between your folds without any hesitation. He groans roughly while sloppily making out with your pussy, now circling your clit with the tip of his wet muscle, forcing you to cum within minutes.
bf!Saeyoung who makes it a mission to make you orgasm a second time on his cock, as he rubs your bundle of nerves with his thumb while pressing down your abdomen with the same hand. He intended to be sweeter to you, more careful the first time, but the sensation of gliding his hungry dick into your wet, fluttering walls actually made the neurons in his brain short circuit for good this time. Skin slaps against skin, as he fucks deep into you in missionary, pressing one of your knees into your chest.
bf!Saeyoung must have officially lost his mind, as he licks up the tears that start streaming down your face up with his flattened tongue, biting your ear as you turn your face away. As your legs shake violently, the orgasm imploding in your lower body, you pull at his red locks, ripping a moan right out his chest.
bf!Saeyoung who basically collapses on top of you as fills you up with his angrily hot cum, pushing it deeper into you with a few last, weak thrusts. Who is snoring into your neck after just a couple head pats, a few reassuring words and the exchange of some love professions.
bf!Saeyoung who won't give into his desires so easily. Who needs a proper, meanspirited reality check to understand that you aren't this innocent, delicate little thing he thinks you are.
info: you find yourself in a dilemma when you try to figure out just who is writing about you on your school's confession page. the signoff seems hard to decipher, just who is the defender of justice? it doesn't help how well known you are at school, will this comp science major hack his way into your heart?
college au! mystic messenger smau: various tropes involved here. hope you all enjoy and send me an ask or comment below to be added in the taglist! :)
warnings: depression, anxiety, ptsd, abandonment issues, potentially more cause i'm gonna make this semi canon to mm's lore :,) will update as this smau goes on!
updates will be monthly (i was going for weekly but i also want to write other works as well ehe...)
tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc
w.c. 3.7k
a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)
Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou
sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.
it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.
now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.
"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"
he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."
one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.
"gonna cum—sae..."
"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"
he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.
sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.
that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.
"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.
ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.
sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.
"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.
his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.
you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.
sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.
"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.
shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"
"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.
shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."
Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff
nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.
he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.
"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."
you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.
"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.
"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.
one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.
"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.
"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.
the door suddenly burst open.
"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."
reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.
nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.
"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.
he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.
you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.
reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.
"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"
reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.
"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.
nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.
"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"
you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."
he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."
Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro
rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.
his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.
his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.
"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."
"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.
he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.
"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.
you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"
"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.
the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.
your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.
"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."
your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.
right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.
"sae..?" you gasped in horror.
rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.
sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.
for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.
then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.
"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."
he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.
"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.
without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.
"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."
Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira
isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.
this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.
his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.
"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"
you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.
you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.
"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.
you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.
"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."
isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.
"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.
isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.
"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.
you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.
his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.
"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"
right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.
"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"
bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.
isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"
bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.
"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"
he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a second.
isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.
"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.
you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.
you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.
"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.
you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.
"at least you finally got your first blowjob."
isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."
Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis
chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.
his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.
"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.
he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.
"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."
he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.
"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"
he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.
"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.
she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."
you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.
his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"
chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
"it's fine..just leave, please?"
his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."
she rushed out and closed the door behind her.
you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."
chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.
"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"
he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."
"hah—hyo!"
Megruru Bachira — caught by rin
bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.
he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.
"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."
"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.
"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."
his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.
"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.
"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.
your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.
then the door slammed open.
"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.
bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.
"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.
rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."
you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.
bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"
"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."
he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."
YANDERE!ACTOR x GN!READER — eighteen+ content / puppy yandere / delusionally limerent / co-star!reader / stalking / invasion of privacy / noncon kisses / masochism / degradation kink / when the cameras are rolling... anything goes. right?
A/N: ooh this one was fun to write ( ˶ ͡°ヮ ͡°)
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who falls in love with you on set when you are starring in a drama together as the two main leads. How could he not? You are, without a doubt, perfect.
(You’re really not. He simply conflated your role in the story with your real self, and desperately craves the love that your character showers the ‘male lead’ with.)
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who constantly ‘improvises’ romantic scenes — kissing you, touching you, holding you as if there were no tomorrow. You don’t really mind at first, thinking that his only intentions were to make the scene feel more authentic, however, you do start to feel off-put by it after a while.
When you tell him off about it, reminding him to stick to the script, he’ll babble apologies with wide, regretful eyes, body posture shrunken in on itself like a cowed dog.
“I’m sorry! I just got too into the scene! I won’t do it again!”
(He will. He can’t get enough of you.)
Unfortunately for you, your director — and later on, the people who watch the show — adore it. Those ‘cute’ scenes will constantly be clipped and praised and gushed over, with fans squealing about the chemistry between the two of you, about the male lead having such a good actor.
ynsleftthigh6767 commented: ‘They’re everything to me!!! He looks so in love, ohmydayssss 😭😭❤️❤️’ (Newsflash, he is.)
Anyway, the drama blows up comically, shooting the two of you into stardom overnight.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who is constantly finding reasons to touch and hold you, even outside of set.
During red carpet events, he’ll escort you like a gentleman. During photoshoots, he’ll have a hand on your waist, or an arm brushing against yours. You go along with it, playing the picture perfect couple for the fans, thinking about all the money you’d be able to earn off of this role alone.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 whose touchiness gets worse and worse over time. Yet when you try to speak up about it, everybody is so bewitched by him that they don’t believe it’s ‘that bad’.
“What do you mean? He’s such a sweet guy!” “Relax, it’s all just to promote the show, right?” “I wouldn’t be complaining if a guy that hot was kissing me, LOL.”
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who really is a very loveable guy. Like you, he’s also a rookie in the industry, and he’s so incredibly eager to learn and please that you would’ve inevitably grown fond of him over time. That is, if he hadn’t kept crossing your fucking boundaries.
The rest of the world views him as a handsome, sweet and charming guy. To you? He’s like a small, yappy, overexcitable dog.
Between takes, he’ll offer you bottles of water or little snacks he’s bought from the vending machine outside. He’ll chatter your ear off, trying to strike up a conversation with you in any way he can. As long as you give him attention, no matter how tiny of a scrap, he’ll brighten up immediately, an invisible tail wagging. You’re half-certain that if you threw a ball and told him to fetch, he’d take off running in an instant.
You know he has a big, fat crush on you. It’s cute, really, but aside from the touchiness and the constant disregard for your personal space, something else about him just feels... off. So, you never truly let your guard down around him.
It’s totally fine, though. After you’re done with this show, you’d never have to interact with him again. Right? (Wrong.)
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who is cast in films with you again, and again, and again. Most of the time, the both of you are in the main cast. Sometimes, one of you is not, but you still have scenes with him in one form or another.
Fans eat it up all the time. They absolutely love the both of you together. Posts go viral, movies are always box office successes, and shows have an 85% viewer retention rate.
What you don’t know is that he’s a fussy bastard that won’t accept any acting gigs unless he knows you’d also be acting in it. Producers ultimately give in to his demands — the two of you are such a hot topic in pop culture lately that it’d be stupid not to, especially if they want their film to succeed.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who relishes in all the ‘are Y/N & yan!actor secretly dating?’ speculation. He scrolls through all the articles, all the posts and all the comments online, grinning like a loon as he does. At this point, most of the industry also believes that the two of you are an item.
Who is he to deny those rumours?
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who uses this as his chance to be extra clingy and possessive over you. Every single time someone else has your attention for too long, especially if it’s another actor, he’ll swoop in, seamlessly inserting himself into the conversation as if he was always meant to be there. It’s not like you can’t have other friends, it’s just that he’ll always be right there with you when you do.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who somehow always happens to be right wherever you are. No matter if it’s at a club, another celebrity’s party or an official event, he’ll be there, just as happy to see you as every other time he’s seen you.
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. But three?
“Dude, are you stalking me or something?” you ask. It comes out as a joke, but you mean it with the fervor of a priest who prays the apocalypse doesn’t come, all while the writing glows blood red on the temple’s walls.
His smile, bright and eager, stiffens. Something in your heart does too.
Then, he throws his head back and laughs. “You’re too funny, Y/N!”
“...”
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who does a lot more than simply stalk you. His proudest accomplishment? Installing hidden cameras all around your home and film trailers. Getting into your trailer was easy enough — he only had to steal a uniform from one of the janitors, but breaking into your home hadn't been an easy feat. He had nearly gotten caught!
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who spends nearly every waking moment watching you through these cameras if he can't do so in person. Most of the time, he'll just admire you, completely fixated on whatever you're doing.
Sometimes (a lot of the time), he'll jerk off to you, especially when you’re changing or showering. He'll sit in front of his laptop, nose pressed deep into a jacket he's nicked from you, whimpering and whining as he fantasizes about it being your hands touching him instead.
Every single interaction he’s ever had with you flashes through his mind. It settles on one particular memory — your radiant face, eyes narrow, lips curled downwards, irritation obvious before it flickered away.
He wonders what would’ve happened had you not swallowed your anger. Would you have lashed out at him? Slapped him? Scolded him as if he were a misbehaving dog?
He wants — needs to know. Needs to know how you'd react if you knew just how much of a freak he is. If you get angry, he'd get on his knees and beg. If you feel disgusted, he'd let you curse and shout and scream at him. He'd let you hit him if it makes you feel better. Spank him, cane him, hell, step on his dick.
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 who wants you. All of you. Be it joy or fury, sadness or fear, he wants it all.
After all, that's what it means to be in love, isn't it?
Yandere! Footballer who uses his fame to get you. He makes subtle hints that he's dating someone. But who?
You, of course!
He makes subtle slip ups in an interview, cryptic Instagram posts and other things that lead fans to your Instagram. All of a sudden, hate comments flood your notifications.
"How dare you get with him?"
"Is it true you hunted him down just to fuck him for some clout?"
"I can't believe you're in it for the money."
Those are the tamer ones. The other comments/dms you would get include calling you mean names like "whore", "bitch", and other depravity you would not ever talk about.
You're a normal person that posts once in a while, or every so often, not because you have fans to post for. You try to push it off and convince yourself it's all going to die down soon enough but he doesn't let it. There's posts that fans psychoanalyze for no reason and somehow it comes back to you?
It's all alleged until he starts following you, and all hell breaks loose.
Being the gentleman that he is, he finally appears at your doorstep with flowers. He gives you that empathetic look and asks, "do you wanna talk?"
Biting your lip in hesitation, you agree to let him in.
"I don't want this," you start.
"I know you don't, but I want to give you a choice," he elaborates.
You take a deep inhale, ready for whatever he's about to propose but you don't know the true weight of the future.
"It's either you bear being known as a "slut" to everyone, or you actually come home with me and we sort things out," he watches you in amusement. "I can make the parasocial fans disappear with one story, as long as we make it official."
"I-" you want to say something, to fight back, but nothing goes past your lips.
"So?" he uses one finger under your chin to make you look at him.
"I-I don't know what to say..." you mutter.
"Just come with me, it's the safer option of the two, no?" he asks, a spark in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine. Possessiveness? Lust? Control? You have no idea, but what you do know is you never wanted this.
"A-are you kidding?" you blurt out.
His expression turns dark. "Do you think I'm joking about this? Is me soft launching us a joke to you?"
"What— no!" you exclaim.
"Alright then, what's your choice?" he asks. "I'll give you some time to think about it."
He leaves you alone in your apartment— thinking and confused.
in honour of the world cup except this is not about a certain football player. also i fucking hate argentina & messi so merino better not mess this up.
