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[sorceressmyr]

Poke! 😏

A day late, but here's my special 10th sasusaku canonversary little fancomic ❤

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[censored4you]

Lowkey got heavy inspo from Amatu, I did order some of their doujinshi of suzalulu! Planning on ordering more muhaha...

[thestringofhearts]

KINKTOBER OCT 10: “PUNISHMENT"

A Major Apology

Bertolt x Reiner || R-18 etc etc.|| ON AO3 Summary: Reiner gets what’s coming to him. Who’s the Crybaby now?

“I can’t believe you.” Bertolt scrubs furiously at a coffee stain inside one of his favorite mugs, and considers filling it with hot, soapy water, just so he can throw it in Reiner’s face. “No. You’re out of your mind.”

“Why not though?” whines Reiner, standing beside him and half-assedly swiping dishes dry with a cloth. “It’s my office. And we didn’t actually get caught.”

“Office sex. At Command. Idiot. I can’t believe I let you talk me into it. Don’t ask again. Stop talking about it.”

“Bertoooolttt, I’m sorry. Come on. It was so much fun right up until he walked in.”

“Until!”

“And it was fun after.”

“For you!” Bertolt snaps, genuinely enraged. He goes on a tear. “You always do this! You just DO and SAY things to get whatever you want! You said the door was locked. You fucking PROMISED me the door was locked. You said Becker was gone! And trapping me under your desk? Saying you’d call Becker back? Pathetic. Coercion. You knew I’d feel bad for you! Was I supposed to let you die in your office chair? How would you have walked home? You should be on your knees thanking me. I didn’t even get to-”

The dish clinks into the rack. Reiner leaves his side. A soft thump.

“Thank you, Bertolt Hoover. Commander. Angel. Forgive me?”

Bertolt is already rolling his eyes as he turns to fling an insult, but the sight that confronts him is not…completely unappealing. 

Reiner is sitting on his heels, knees wide, down on the kitchen floor.

“I’m not going to-” Bertolt starts, but Reiner puts his hands behind his back and grabs his elbows. The pose pushes his ridiculous pectorals into the kind of relief that reminds artists to order fresh marble.

“No, you’re not getting-” Bertolt continues determinedly, but Reiner is gazing up at him in an attitude of trusting, golden-eyed, penitence and worship.

‘I…” Bertolt trails off, moving forward despite his best efforts, drawn by irresistible magnetic force towards the spectacle. 

Reiner is biting his lip.

Fuck it. 

“Unbutton your shirt and then put your arms back.”

Reiner’s performative “I’m so terribly sorry” face cracks into a shit-eating grin. He undoes the buttons on his white shirt and pushes it away from a torso that they both know is almost unfair to everyone else on what’s left of the Marleyan continent. He puts his arms behind his back again, as ordered, leaving the shirt wrapped around his arms. 

Oh, God. He’s still wearing his dog tags, glittering on a chain against his bare chest. Bertolt fortifies himself for an endurance struggle and stands between Reiner’s knees, glaring down.

“Stay exactly like that. If you move your arms before I tell you to, I’ll…you know what? I don’t know yet. I don’t know what I could do, to show how incredibly disappointed in you I’ll feel. So just don’t let it happen.”

Reiner’s eyes widen at this unexpectedly terrible threat. Bertolt’s irritation is hilarious, but his disappointment is a hovering dagger, pointed directly at his heart. 

“I won’t, B,” he promises, tilting his head all the way back, at his most endearing and earnest, “Commander.” 

Bertolt smirks. He’s starting to like being called Commander. Even if he’d rather die again than actually be one.

“Convince me.”

Reiner dives forward. He nudges Bertolt’s shirt out of the way with his nose so he can lay kisses down his stomach. Bertolt steps back just a smidgen, out of spite, but Reiner is strong enough to hold himself up at an angle. He mouths Bertolt’s dick (which, if Bertolt is honest, has been half-hard since the second shirt button) through his pants.

The implicit promise in this hot, moist caress is too much to bear. Bertolt unbuckles his belt and lets Reiner work his dick free.

He’s immediately engulfed. Reiner moves his tongue in circles, in lines, in firm strokes, knowing exactly how to make him weak. He hollows his cheeks, sucking and being as sloppy and loud as possible. He has Bertolt quivering in about thirty seconds. He’s very good at this, and he knows it.

This smug fucker.

Bertolt fists two hands into disheveled hair and pulls, burying himself up to the hilt in willing, warm, pink heat. 

“Stay.” He slowly releases his grip.

Reiner is gagging around his cock, but he obediently stays put, digging his nails into the fabric tangled around his forearms. His throat convulses thrillingly. Bertolt moans at the sensation—soft heat around his shaft, and fluttering around his head.

“Back.”

Reiner retreats a few inches, and drags in a shaky breath, mouth still full, moving his tongue in circles around ridges. Bertolt lets him recover, less out of charity than out of fear that he’s going to come if he stays inside too long.

“Again.”

Reiner swallows him whole. This time he undulates his palate and tongue. Bertolt almost faints. But the self-satisfied gleam in Reiner’s eyes as he revels in his own admittedly perfect technique is annoying.

“Say you’re sorry.”

Bertolt stops Reiner from pulling away with a palm against the back of his head.

“No. Like this.”

Reiner’s stuffed face contorts as he struggles to push words around the obstruction. Bertolt waits patiently and tries not to die.

“Gm…Grrgy…”

“Look at me when you talk. You’re selfish, and you’re sorry.” A mean tug to drive the point home.

Reiner fixes his watering eyes on Bertolt and chokes out approximations of words. “Ungh…glshsh ng ghmm…ghry.” A blooming flush compounds his increasingly miserable expression.

Bertolt pulls him off completely and watches him drool and struggle for breath.

“Are you?”

“Urgh. Yeah,” rasps Reiner, hanging from his hair like the head of a vanquished enemy warlord. He’s bright red, but he holds himself still, doesn’t drop his arms, doesn’t punch any cabinets, and doesn’t tackle Bertolt to the ground to turn the tables. Bertolt knows him well enough to know that he wants to, and that he’s weighing the risks and rewards.

“Are you angry, Major?”

“No,” Reiner rumbles, angrily. 

Bertolt raises his hand and carefully watches Reiner. Reiner looks up at it, then back, with a fiery little glint of excitement. The slightest of nods is permission; Bertolt slaps him sharply across the cheek.

Reiner grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw against the sting. When he raises his head again he’s laughing through tears.

“Damn, Commander. Did I really fuck up that bad?”

Bertolt slaps him again.

Reiner wheezes. It takes longer for him to lift his face this time. 

Still, he resets himself, straightening on his knees and signaling his soldierly willingness to take whatever Bertolt can dish out. When Bertolt raises his hand again he flinches and shuts his eyes. His lips are trembling. Bertolt lets the hand drop. It’s enough then.

He can’t help but notice that Reiner’s suffering hasn’t done anything to deter a painful-looking erection trying to bust through the seams of his fly. He leans his foot against the bulge, wishing that he was still wearing his boots.

“Yes, you fucked up. I didn’t get to finish this properly, last time. ‘Cause you don’t know how to lock an office door and you didn’t bother to checkif that nosy little bastard aide of yours was still around.”

Reiner tenses, staring down between his legs. Bertolt adds some force, pressing his rigid dick into his pelvis. 

“Agh.” Reiner’s shoulders jolt. His body tries to curve protectively around the pain, but Bertolt is impressed to see him fight the urge. The dog tags hang in the air, jingling. The foot lifts.

“I should’ve left the belt around your wrists and let Becker find you like that. Major Reiner Braun, tied to a chair, half-stripped and whining for me to fuck him into the floor.”

Press. Bertolt increases the pressure by degrees, feeling mean.

Since they aren’t in his office now, Reiner can make all kinds of noise, and he does, crying low and swearing at the ceiling.

Release.

“Are you proud of yourself? You cocky fuck? Letting me down like that? Taking advantage?”

No. Reiner hangs his head and shakes it wordlessly, shuddering.

He really is being good. Bertolt wants to reward him. He squats and circles Reiner’s face with his hands, kissing leftover tears and quivering lips. Reiner kisses back, docile and grateful. He doesn’t let go of his elbows.

Aw. “Okay. You can let go.”

Reiner lets his shirt fall to the ground and draws him closer into the kiss.

Bertolt lets himself enjoy it for a while. It’s nice. But it’s way too soon for nice. Reiner is nowhere near absolved of his never-ending bullshit.

He slides down Reiner’s stomach, fingers creeping past his waistband. “Hey, this is when he walked in, right? I was just about to…”

He ghosts over Reiner’s cock, hearing a gasp when skin touches skin. Reiner is impossibly hard. He holds on to Bertolt’s shoulders and arches his back, squeezing his hips up into his grip, trying to fuck his palm.

“You were begging me to fuck you. Remember? Do you still want me to fuck you?”

Reiner gapes at him, starry-eyed, still writhing against his hand. 

“Yes! What? Really? God. Yes. Please.”

“‘Kay. Go to the bed. Get undressed.”

Bertolt ignores Reiner’s undignified scrambling and goes hunting for oil, stripping off his shirt along the way. He catches a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror as he passes. Maybe it’s just the power trip of kicking Reiner around, but he swears he’s starting to look stronger. More like his old self. He comes into the bedroom whistling and tossing a bottle up and down, feeling good about everything.

Reiner is leaning back on his arms on the bed, looking simultaneously godly and pitiful. Bertolt gives him a show, clicking the oil bottle ominously on the bedside table and sliding out of his trousers and underwear. He stands over the edge of the bed.

Reiner, for once in his ridiculous life, seems bashful.

“How do you want—“

“Lie back.”

Reiner does.

“Spread your legs.”

Reiner does.

Bertolt drizzles generously, wanting to see how the oil looks spread all over Reiner’s front. It looks fantastic. He spends some time just rubbing it into his skin. Where his fingers go, goosebumps follow. Eventually, his fingers find their way down to Reiner’s hole.

It’s been a while since they’ve done this. Reiner is dangerously tight. Bertolt massages him open, stretching slowly. When he finally takes him, it’s still like sliding into a closed fist. They’re tied together in a rippling, taut knot.

The ecstatic sound that Reiner makes when Bertolt thrusts deep sets something inside him burning. Reiner is nowhere near as flexible as he is, so he pushes his knees up instead of flat into the bed, and fucks him as hard as either of them can take.

“God. Bertolt!” Reiner’s cries are everywhere, fevered and senseless. Bertolt drinks up the sight of him, splayed out and rocking against the blanket. Powerful, pliant, and shining with oil. Wincing and panting while his painfully hard dick slaps against his stomach. Where is that spot? Reiner always finds it inside him. He yanks a leg up onto his shoulder and tests angles until an honest-to-god shriek tells him he’s hit it. Reiner convulses around him, his dick leaving a thin milky smear on his stomach.

“Right there?” Bertolt pounds into the cluster of nerves, watching his work pull Reiner to pieces.

“Yes!" Reiner gasps. His legs start to quake.

“Feel good?” 

“Yes…fuuuuuck. B, I’m gonna come.”

Bertolt stops dead.“What? No you’re not,” he snarls, “Don’t you fucking dare.” He snaps his hips hard against Reiner’s to make him throw his head back. When he senses him gathering and clenching, he stops again.

“BERTOLT,” screams Reiner, grinding helplessly.

“I haven’t decided if you’re going to come at all, Reiner. So don’t. Do you think you deserve to?”

The question is too hard and Reiner is too delirious to figure out an answer, so he just lies against the mattress, shaking and clutching at nothing. His stomach muscles visibly clench with the effort of holding back an orgasm. Bertolt snickers at him and goes back to torturing his prostate.

After another three rounds of stop and go, Reiner is whimpering beautifully, leaking precome from his red, swollen dick, still focusing brokenly on not coming at any cost, and still trying, with his entire body, to not disappoint Bertolt.

Bertolt is hitting his own limit. He drops the leg and pitches forward. 

“Reiner, look at me.” Reiner opens red, wet eyes, and Bertolt whispers “You feel so good.” They rock together, he trails kisses up his neck. “You’re so good. Reiner, you did perfect.”

Reiner bursts into tears, and circles his arms around Bertolt’s shoulders. Bertolt slides his hand into the tight space between their bodies, wraps it around Reiner’s cock and strokes while he finishes fucking him. They’re both pressed against the edge, barely holding on.

“Come.”

Reiner’s groan vibrates all the way through their bodies and the bed. His orgasm pulls at Bertolt, sucking him in, and he rides Reiner’s waves until he comes too, enveloped in his own fluids, everything slick around his cock while he moves through his last deep thrusts. When he’s done, Reiner is still pulsing around him and dripping into his fist, making sharp little sounds. It’s an astonishingly long time before his body finishes releasing its pent-up frustration. Bertolt is actually jealous. He brushes Reiner’s hair off of his forehead and stays with him, watching affectionately, until he stops being a sniffling, cumming mess.

When he finally withdraws, he rolls feebly onto his back, feeling like a very contented, but also very sore and exhausted, mud puddle. Being in charge is a lot of work. No wonder Reiner’s abs look like that.

Oh. Right. Reiner. “Reiner? You okay?”

Reiner shoots out his arms and drags him into his chest. “Ow,” says Bertolt, his skin sticking sweatily as he judders across the blanket.

“B, you’re a mean, scary bastard. God. That was amazing. I fucking ascended.”

“Heh.”

They lie together for a while, smog-brained and staring at nothing. Bertolt plays idly with the dog tags, making them clink. His mind is drifting towards the bathtub. Reiner drops a kiss into his hair and holds him tight.

“Hey, Commander?”

“What?”

“Next time you’re in my office I’m gonna fuck you up so bad.”

Bertolt shoves himself up out of Reiner’s arm-jail, and stares at him with utter incredulity.

“WHAT?”

“We’ll see.”

“We won’t see! Did…what is wrong with you? Did I not just spend an hour-”

“Yeah, but you were just mad about the door, so if I lock the door it’s fine.”

“IT’S NOT FINE.”

Reiner grins like an unrepentant asshole, shedding the traces of his cathartic meltdown. He flips a startled Bertolt onto his back and comes down hard on top of him. Then he puts his teeth around his shoulder and laughs into the bite, because that’s what Reiner does.

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Note: Reiner ugly-crying when someone tells him he’s perfect and good just feels true.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[emjiajia]

R-18🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️

I haven't drawn r18 in a while ;w;

[katsurakeito]

コーアーションの指が深雪の細い首に食い込み、そのまま軽々と持ち上げる。

「んっ……ぐぅっ！」

「みゆきーっ！！！！ ……あっ！」

コーアーションは横目で松風を一瞥しただけで、視線だけで空間を歪ませる。透明な超重力が松風の全身を押し潰し、彼女はうつ伏せに地面へ叩きつけられた。手足がジタバタと空を掻くも、まるで蟻が砂糖水に沈むように身動きが取れない。

「動け。ここまで来られるか？」

静かな声。嘲るでもなく、ただ事実を告げるように。

そのまま片腕で深雪の身体を軽く振り、峰打ち。鋭い衝撃が首筋を走り、深雪の意識が一瞬で闇に落ちた。

「みゆきぃーっ！！！！」

叫びが虚しく響く中、コーアーションはもう片方の目で新たな重力球を生み出す。松風の真横左右に、透明で完璧な球体が音もなく出現し、彼女を閉じ込めた。

「何すっだあああああああ！！！！ みゆきを離せええええ！！！！」

球の中でもがく松風を、コーアーションは無視して深雪を抱えたまま歩く。深雪の顔は彼の胸板に深く押しつけられ、コートの襟が皺だらけに潰れている。

そのままベッドへ。深雪をそっと降ろすと、コーアーションは腰に浮かぶ重力玉——松風の入ったそれを鷲掴みにした。暴れ疲れた松風は、球の中でぐったりと倒れている。

コーアーションは無言でそれをジュエリーボックスのような紫の宝箱に収め、蓋を閉めた。

そして再び深雪へ。

力いっぱい抱きしめる。細い身体が自分の腕の中で小さく収まる感触に、胸の奥が熱くなる。

無言で頭を胸に押しつけ、ゆっくり撫でる。コートを乱暴に脱ぎ捨て、また同じように頭を胸に寄せ、額を深雪の髪に擦りつける。

下腹部がみるみる熱を帯び、硬く尖っていく。

自分の脚で深雪の両脚を挟み込み、完全に逃がさないように固定する。深雪はまだ深い眠りの中、微かに身じろぎするだけだ。

コーアーションは荒い息を吐きながら、肩の小さなスイッチを押し、太腿の付け根、鼠径部、胴を走るベルトハーネスを次々に収納していく。ワイシャツを乱暴に引きちぎるように脱ぎ捨て、ズボンのベルトも、ハーネスも、すべてを一瞬で消し去る。

ファスナーを下ろし、パンツのスイッチを押す。陰嚢を締めていた拘束も消え、張り詰めた男根が露わになる。

深雪を仰向けにし、スカートを一気にたくし上げ、パンツを剥ぎ取って放り投げる。

次の瞬間、躊躇なく、熱く脈打つそれを深雪の秘部へと沈めた。

深雪「……んっ！……」

コーアーション「……んっ……」

深雪ごと持ち上げ、自分の胴に強く押しつけながら、再び力いっぱい抱きしめる。頭を撫で、額を擦りつけようとするが、もうこれ以上身体は丸まらない。仕方なく、ただ優しく撫で続ける。

深雪は熟睡したまま、熱と圧に小さくもがく。けれど繋がったままなので、声が漏れてしまう。

「んぅっ！ ……んっ……んぅ……んんっ！……んふぅっ……」

その声に釣られるように、コーアーションの喉からも低く甘い吐息が零れた。

「……んぅ……ん……」

——数時間後。

宝箱の中。松風の入っていた重力玉と入れ替わるように、今度は深雪が入っている。

コーアーションは松風の玉を取り出し、視線だけで解放した。

松風は床に落ち、意識を取り戻す。

松風「うぐっ……あっ！！！！」

叫ぼうとした瞬間、コーアーションの手が再び首を掴み、正確な峰打ちが落ちる。

松風「……ッ！！？ ……」

気絶した松風を、深雪がいた場所へそっと置く。

同じように。

コーアーションは静かに目を伏せ、胸の奥で呟いた。

（……誰も……ボクに付いてこれずに力尽きるのか……）

さらに数時間後。

宝箱箱に入ってる残りの重力玉に手をかける。

それを見て怯えて震える深雪の姿があった。

[yeshnimwrites]

| smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | forbidden romance | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: this chapter contains sensitive content for the readers with a hint of sexual scene.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 Desperate Love

Previous Part: Part 1

Part 2:

“Why? Did they pick a fight with you?” June asked genuinely without taking his eyes off to the group of men standing in front of us.

“Isn’t that the Sabbath Crew?”

“Out of all places, they chose to come where? I wonder why…”

“Shit, is this a fight between the Hummingbird?”

“Where’s the teachers?!”

I noticed how the boys around me altered their stance, the dark aura surrounding them. As if they’re mentally and physically prepared to fight back.

Wooin’s eyes landed on me, I could feel his deadly glares on my body and it sent chills on my skin. His face was full of hatred, a sign that told me that I betrayed him. I clenched my fists and avoided my glance away from him. Joker and Vinny were here. And it seems like Vinny didn’t want to come here but he was forced to.

“What is it this time huh? Do you want to continue our unfinished business this time?” Dom said as he walked closer to them. Joker did the same, towering him over with this huge height.

“Shut up, moron. You got something that’s mine. Yeshina, come here now.” Wooin said as he turned his back, expecting me to follow them but I stayed on my feet.

“I don’t want to, just leave me alone.” I almost begged, they wouldn’t make a scene here right?

“Do you know them? Why would they want you to come with them?” June asked as he put his body in front of me, protecting me in case those guys would attack us.

“Are they harassing you, Yeshina? Tell us and we will beat them to death.” Dom said while cracking his neck.

Wooin didn’t like the sound of that. He froze, and I can tell that his fury is building in his system. He turned back to face us again. He looked at me with a warning and his yellow shades slid down a little. I swallowed and looked away. He scoffed in disbelief and he dropped his eyes on the ground as if he’s calming himself down. But when he started to occupy the distance between us, he pushed his hands in his pocket while glaring at us.

“Do you want this in a hard way? Didn’t I warn you already? I don’t have time for this shit.” he said and grabbed my wrist. I gritted my teeth and I’m about to push him away when Jay grabbed my other hand.

Wooin arched his eyebrow.

“You heard her, let her go.” Jay broke the silence. Wooin chuckled dangerously, his eyes widened in furious.

“You’re fucking out of this, super rookie. If you want to be stable for the incoming match, stay out of this, ya’ hear me?” Wooin glared at him.

“This asshole–” Dom was about to punch Wooin when Joker moved so fast to cover him. Dom was surprised and he was caught off guard that’s why Joker took that chance to throw a punch on his face.

“Hey!” June shouted but Dom already punched him back.

Jay was about to help Dom when Wooin went to him and punched him on the stomach. I told them to stop, my veins on my throat almost popped. Jay recovered so fast and he attacked Wooin with a punch but Wooin managed to dodge it.

“Fucking stop it! Hey, please stop this already!” I shouted. I threw a helpful look to Vinny but he was just standing in the corner, ignoring the commotion. I cursed under my breath.

“The fight is starting!”

“Are you taking all of this in a video?”

“Yeah, this will go viral!”

“Fuck! Alright, I’ll go with you just stop this!” I pushed Wooin away from Jay. His fist was in the mid air when I pushed him, the attack was supposedly for Jay but I covered him. His fist landed on my shoulder blade that almost made me fall back in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut but I ignored it. I saw Jay’s nonchalant expression break and changed into a real fury.

Because Wooin was still in slight shock, Jay managed to punch him on the face. Wooin clenched his jaw and panted furiously. Vinny decided to join in the scene, finally. He held Wooin back and his eyes landed on my shoulder. He glared at me as if he’s blaming me for shielding myself on Jay and it results in the throbbing pain on my shoulder.

“That’s enough, idiot. The teachers are coming.” Vinny said and threw a meaningful look to Joker who just nodded on his comment.

“Hey! We’re not finished!” Dom shouted to Joker but he was already beside Wooin.

“What are you still standing there? Fucking walk already if you don’t want have a bloody street here.” Vinny scowled at me. I glared at him. I started to walk with them and Wooin put his arm around my neck and shoulder possessively, pulling me closer to him. I groaned in pain.

Jay wanted to grab me back when I forced a smile on him telling him that I’m safe. When honestly, I’m not.

I remained silent when we got in the apartment. I bit my bottom lip as Joker opened the door and stretched his neck and shoulder. I pushed Wooin’s arm that surrounds on my shoulder. He just glared at me. Vinny went to the fridge to get something. They all ignored me like they didn’t do something shit today.

Vinny threw the bag of ice on Joker, Vinny pointed a finger on me.

“Treat that shit, we can’t afford losing the race because of that bruise.” Vinny said, leaving us.

He’s mad at me. It is not because I went to Jay and his former friends. It is because of my decision to stay with Wooin knowing how toxic he was. It’s one of the main issues why we separated a long ago. He said he couldn’t understand that bond between Wooin and I, and why am I not doing anything about it.

“You should have gone easier, you are not blind right?” Joker told Wooin. Wooin like an asshole he is, he just sat down on the couch playing with his lollipop.

“Careful, if it’s not because of her, I would have destroyed that man’s skull. She protected him against us, against us, asshole.” Wooin laughed in disbelief.

Joker just remained silent. He slowly pulled down the strap of my top, therefore my purple shoulder was exposed. He didn’t say anything when he gently pressed the ice bag on it. I hissed. I caught Wooin’s serious eyes while watching us, his eyes went to my shoulder. There’s no guilt or shame in his eyes, only emptiness. Such a heartwarming view.

“The next time you go there, I’ll stab each of you in your sleep.” I threatened them with a serious tone. Joker looked at me, obviously taking that as a joke. While Wooin just glared at me to death.

“Leave, the club needs you right now.” Wooin said to Joker. More like ordering him.

“If you add another of this, you’ll be my next opponent in the boxing ring.” Joker said with a low tone that sent chills down to my spine. He put the ice bag on the table, leaving us.

“That dipshit just threatened me and escaped right away. See what you have done? You’re turning him against me.” Wooin stood up and walked slowly towards me.

“No shit.” I said sarcastically. I walked past him, bumping on his shoulder intentionally and it satisfied me even a little.

“Try to walk out that door and I swear…” I cut him off. I faced him with tears forming on the corners of my eyes.

“What? You’re going to give me another bruise? Where would that be this time? On my fucking face?” I scowled at him. Wooin was stunned not because of my words, but because of my face. His eyes softened a little bit that I almost thought it’s just all of my imagination.

He sighed deeply and his eyes went upwards in the ceiling as if trying to think something. He licked his bottom lip with his cut tongue. His hand went to my waist pulling me but I slapped it.

“Don’t touch me, pig.” I hissed.

“You know it wasn’t my intention to fucking hurt you. You protected that asshole against me, me Yeshina, the only man who has been there in your whole life. If you want to hit me back do it, but I’ll not assure you that man will be safe around me, do you hear me?” Wooin said as he met with my eyes.

Everyone will never see this side of him but only me. I can’t say that he has a soft spot for me because goodness was never his motto. The sincereness in his eyes disappeared as his playful gazes met mine.

“Alright, don’t look at me like that, baby. There’s no way I would let you with that moron, Jay Jo.” he whispered as his lips went to my neck, he was teasing my neck with his breath while his hand crawled downwards my shorts.

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m tired of these games, Wooin.” I said blankly. He scoffed.

“Just remember you did all of this. You fucking owe since then, there’s no way in hell you could get away from this.” Wooin gripped my entrance that I had to hold back my groan and shut my eyes down.

I heard someone enter the room and then I saw Hyuk was standing there. He immediately understood the situation I’m in. His eyes went to Wooin before putting his bag on the table.

“Don’t mind me.” he said as he continued to grab a drink from the fridge. I can feel the heat on my cheeks as I glared at Wooin.

“It’s all your fault I became like this, remember that.” he hissed as he removed his hand from down there and walked out the door. I had to catch my breath like crazy.

He didn’t have to remind me of all of that. I need to join Jay jo’s crew so I could get him off my skin.

[sunnyyu]

Title: Reasons for Contract Marriage

Synopsis:

Her fiancé who went to war is dead.

And her fiancé’s best friend, the new heir to the dukedom, has a proposition for her.

“You need a safe place, and I need an heir to carry on the family name. So how about we do this?”

Refusing the offer was impossible from the start.

Genre(s): Adult, Drama, Romance, Smut, Tragedy

Author(s): Starlight, 별빛

Status: Completed

No. of Chapters: 186