Omg my friends i am soooo in love with Kelly Severide 🥵🥵❤️
I can’t get over him yet finally I decided to watch one of oldest series on my list but i full down with all his charms i love him and also i love Matthew Casey as man and his character also my type
Series on General it good into now i am on season 5 i stop watch it because i want take a break and watch Chicago P.D because there some related moments and the series produced by same Producer and also Chicago Med all this series related together because you know all job connected togather any way
I feel so sad because alot of my favorite character get out of Chicago fire some already go and some after few seasons and i don’t like it yes my love still into now but matt will get out on season 12 and the chief also and why why 💔😭
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Harry Holland 💛
Blurbs-
Kissing in the street 7.29.22 | 810 words.
One shots-
Best friend H.H 🔥(smut) 18+ |6.9.21| 2.3kwords |Friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) your best friend shows up and has a hard time hiding the way he feels about you in THAT outfit.
Burnt to a crisp H.H 🔥(Smut) 18+ |6.8.21| 1.4kwords |friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) a boating trip with some friends leaves your skin feeling crisp, asking Harry for relief, but you find it in other ways.
Its been you H.H❤️ (Fluff) |6.12.21| 2.5kwords |idiots to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) you though it was just casual for him, when the whole time he was thinking the same for you.
Next door neighbor H.H 🔥 (smut) 18+ |6.18.21| 2.4kwords | neighbor Harry (HarryHollandxReader) you invite your neighbor over to talk about his problems, when the conversation gets veered in a different direction and things get heated.
First H.H ❤️ (Fluff) |6.24.21| 1kwords |boyfriend Harry (HarryHollandxReader) after a long day with your boyfriend's family your ready to relax, but you think you hear something that has your heart fluttering out of your chest.
Dreams H.H 🔥(Smut) 18+ |6.30.21| 4kwords |ex's to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) you think you must be dreaming when you see his face like all the times before, but with the ding of your phone and the message you see you know it's real.
Never have i ever H.H💛 (Suggestive, but floof) |7.2.21| 1.8kwords | best friends brother (HarryHollandxReader) A simple game has your feelings revealed as your two idiot best friends push you to admit them.
Spin the bottle H.H 💛 (Suggestive, but floof)7.8.21| 1.2kwords | friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) youve dreamt of the oprotuity, but the real thing is even better.
To The Ends Of The Earth ❤️ (Fluff) |7.10.21| 1.5kwords | friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) leaving your best friend who your in love with behind is hard, so you do the logical thing. Kiss him and leave him stunned.
Sleep talk 🔥(Smut) 18+ |7.13.21| 4kwords | friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) a road trip, falling asleep, and a wet dream, what could be worse... Or better?
Feelings Untold 🔥 (Smut) 18+ |7.23.21| 1.5kwords |friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) she gave him an ultimatum and he chose you, because it'll always be you.
Birthday 🎉(fluff) 8.11.21| 2.7kwords | friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) you share a birthday with your best friend, and at 23 feeling are finally revealed after years.
Prove it 🔥 (smut) 18+ |8.12.21| 3.4kwords | friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) a simple conversation leads to your fantasy being fulfilled.
The lighthouse that guided me 🔥 (smut) 18+ |8.22.21| 9.9kwords | best friends brother (HarryHollandxReader) Sam knew you and Harry were going to hit it off, so he mad you promise you wouldnt fall for the curly haired twin.. easier said than done.
Fallout of the century *re-edited version* 🔥 (angst, smut, fluf) 18+ |8.29.21 | 18.5K words| Ex’s to Lovers (HarryHollandxReader) After your world falls apart, will you be able to pick up the pieces, or will you be left crumbling like the walls around you?
Anger Issues 🔥 (smut) 18+ |9.10.21 | 2.6k | secret lovers (HarryHollandxReader) pushing Harry's buttons is your favorite game.
In it for you ❤️ (fluff) |9.15.21|1.8k| idiots to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) tom can't keep his mouth shut and blabs your secret to the one person who wasn't supposed to know... Harry.
Home for the holidays 🔥 (smut/fluff) 18+ |10.16.2021| 3k | friends to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) you left for school, and the reality of yours and Harry's unspoken feelings caught up with you.
After the fall 🔥 (smut) 18+ |10.22.2021| 4.7k | apocalyptic fic (HarryHollandxReader) months after the start of the end of the world you give into the feelings you have towards the stranger turned friend who saved you.
Table 3 🔥(smut) 18+| 12.10.21 | 3.4k | ex's to lovers (HarryHollandxReader) Sam's fiance likes to meddle and she doesn't think you and Harry should have broken up.
Just get naked 🔥 (smut) 18+| 1.28.22 | 3k | friends to lovers (HarryHollandXReader) a trip to a "big" cabin has you and Harry stuffed in a room together.
Two shot-
pinky promise 💕🔥 (Angst, fluff, smut) 18+ |8.3.21| 10kwords |Dad!harry (HarryHollandxReader) nearly ten years has past since the last time you saw Harry and you have been hiding a secret... Or two.
Everything and more (pt 2 to Pinky promise) 💕 (Angst, fluff) 8.27.21 | 3.8K words | Dad!Harry (HarryHollandxReader) Complications lead to panic.
Series -
Fallout of the century. 18+ (completed)
Broken hearts, second chances, and falling apart. Can you forgive and forget? Or do you just need to move on?
Part 1🥜 6.10.21
Part 2🥜 6.15.21
Part 3 🥜 6.22.21
Part 4🥜 6.29.21
Part 5🥜 7.6.21
In this together 18+
(on hiatus)
A broken heart. A newfound hope. A drunk night. And a bright pink plus sign.
Series Masterlist
Blackout 18+
A crush on the curly haired boy that goes to the laundromat the same time as you, a storm that cuts off the power and leads you to spend the next few days together. Then radio silence. Untill your ex Harrison shows up and beggs you to be his plus one to a destination wedding. Little did you know the groom. The curly haired boys twin.
Series Masterlist
The Bet (mini series) 18+
(on hiatus)
Series Masterlist
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Blurbs-
Drunk blurb 18+ 9.4.21
Sick days 10.12.21
Harry X Harrison
Our secret 🔥 (smut) |18+| word count 6.4k | (1.7.21) (HarrisonOsterfeildXHarryHollandXReader) pure filth threesome fic... That's it.
Harrison Osterfeild 💛
One shots-
Empty Mugs and Unexpected Hugs 🔥(Smut) 18+ |7.26.21| 3.3kwords | enemies to lovers (harrisonOsterfeildxReader) Harrison can't get anymore annoying, untill he goes and pulls on your heart sting's
Should be me ❤️ (fluff) |8.14.21| 1.3k words | jealous Harrison (harrisonOsterfeildxReader) Harrison won't admit his feelings so you do it first.
Why not have the real thing? 🔥 (Smut) 18+ |9.2.21| 2.6kwords| roommate Harrison (harrisonOsterfeildxReader) reading about your roommate while getting off? Recipe for disaster... Or maybe not?
Fuck the rules 🔥 (smut) 18+ |12.23.21| 2kwords| FWB Harrison (HarrisonOsterfeildXReader) a friendly agreement of sex turns to more.
Tom Holland 💛
One shots-
I’ll be here to fix you ⛈️ (Angst to fluff) 7.31.21| 1.8kwords | friends to lovers (TomHollandxReader) a fight, a night in jail, and a confession.
Second chances and Unspoken promises 🔥 (Smut) 18+ |9.26.21 | 7.2k words| ex’s to lovers (TomHollandxReader) three years after the fall of your secret relationship, and a journey back to where it all started, you could be leaving even more broken hearted, or maybe the stars will align and it will be your time.
RELEASE DATE ϟ sunday, august 15th 2021 @ 10pm EST
– Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You have been sorted into the Gryffindor House, congratulations! –
pairing ϟ hufflpuff!jaemin + gryffindor!y/n
-- word count ϟ 28,367 (what the fuck)
summary ϟ hufflepuff!jaemin flirts his way into gryffindor!y/ns heart even though she thinks he’s the most annoying wizard ever. na jaemin is known as hogwarts’ sleaziest wizard, and y/n is the only witch that won’t put up with it. what will other students think when they see the two step into the yule ball together?
-- includes ϟ classroom fucking, switch!jaemin, switch!y/n, praise kink, fingering, blUe BaLLs, choking, small amount of possessiveness and spanking lmao
I would never be able to express how I felt when I read the Shatter Me series, how I get so attached to the characters, to Aaron specially in Believe me how he felt like a (I don’t know if this was the right word) a burden on the person he loved how lonely he got without Juliette.
It’s supposed to be a happy book but it’s was the book I cried the most on
This is dark! (mob) skinny Steve and explicit. 18+ only.
Synopsis: Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there.
Note: Here’s the second half. I’m TRYING to slow down a bit because I’ve become a bit manic and scrambled and all over the place so hope you guys don’t mind maybe revisiting some of my stuff while I try to clear my mind.
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
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There was a flurry of activity at the tall brick building you pulled up to in Brooklyn. Bucky drove around the back and killed the engine. Steve sent you a look before he climbed out. You grabbed your small bag and got out as Bucky closed the driver’s door.
Steve led you to the back door of the building as Bucky trailed you and pulled out a cigarette. As you entered, the distant banging of hammers and buzz of voices rose from above. You were surprised by the interior as it did not reflect its facade; the aged brick hid the newly laid layer of decadence.
“Mind the noise,” Steve said as he strode across the lobby. “First two floors are finished but they got a dozen more to do.”
You glanced around at the stone statues and gilted frames. A little Versailles in the heart of New York. No doubt prompted by overcompensation and egoism.
“A borough is an empire on its own, I suppose,” You mused as you neared a bust of a naked woman.
“No, but New York is,” He neared and ran his finger along the curve of the stone woman’s hip. “It will be.”
“Big plans…” You stopped yourself from finishing; for a small man.
“Too many plans,” He drew away and looked at his watch.
“Buck,” He called to his henchman who flicked off his cigarette. “Would you use the goddamn tray?”
“Sorry,” Bucky snickered. “Habit.”
“Mmm,” Steve grumbled. “Take her up to a room. Lock it, will ya?”
You glared at him and gripped your bag tighter. He glanced at you as he felt your anger radiating towards him.
“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll have the tailor come by and get you all set.” He smiled. “Considering that hole you were living in, I think you’ll like it here.”
“You can tell your tailor to fuck off.” You snapped.
“Ah,” Steve’s hand flew up and he grabbed your chin. “That’s not very ladylike language.”
“Get off of me,” You smacked his arm but he didn’t flinch.
“There are gonna be rules, got it? First, you’re gonna start acting like a lady and watch your tongue. Then you’re gonna get rid of these,” He let go and pulled on your lapel, “And mind your place, woman.”
You bit down as you brought your hand up. He reeled at the slap which echoed through the lobby and Bucky’s figure loomed in your peripheral. Steve raised his hand to halt his henchman and touched his cheek. He took a breath.
“That’s the only one you get,” He said slowly. “Understand? Cause I’ve been more than patient with you. You still got your piece.”
“Empty,” You intoned.
“Still,” His eyes flashed. “And your head.” He pointed at you. “And a very clear choice here, doll. This can be easy or difficult. Now it seems you prefer the latter but I don’t think we ‘share that sentiment.”
“No, we don’t,” You said.
“Bucky,” He gestured to his man. “Get her out of my sight.”
Bucky grabbed your arm and drew you away as Steve walked across the marble floor. Your shoes slid over the stone and you were forced up the stairs by the bulky henchman. He dragged you to a pair of double doors and wrenched the right one open. He shoved you inside.
The door slammed and you heard the lock slide into place. You cursed and kicked it before you spun to look around the room. It was as big as, if not bigger, than your apartment.
The walls were decorated in a pale blue paper that bore regal curlicues and the polished floor shone even without the light of the glass lamps. The furniture was carefully arranged and no doubt expensive. You dropped your bag on the side table by the door and inched further in. You removed your hat and played with the brim. You needed to learn to shut your mouth.
🌆
It was about an hour before the lock sounded. The door opened inward and you rose from the chair with the French legs. A man with round glasses struggled to drag in a rolling rack of garments. When he was inside at last, the door closed and the lock slid back into place.
He glanced around as he adjusted his spectacles and seemed taken aback by you. He sniffed as he came closer.
“Oh dear,” He said. “Hmm. Uh, hello, Miss, I was sent for a fitting. I’m Stuart.”
You crossed your arms and scowled. He shook his head and turned back. He grabbed a pale green dress from his collection and faced you again.
“This might fit,” He said. “Miss.”
He nodded to the screen on the other side of the broad bed. You looked between him and the painted divider. You didn’t move.
“Mr. Rogers told me you required a wardrobe,” He said aghast, “And I must agree with him.”
“And if I refuse it?” You challenged.
“You’ll have no protest from me, I have been duly paid to come here and offer my services. However, I know my client well and I am certain you can predict his reaction yourself.” He explained. “Whether or not you go along with this, is not my job.”
You huffed and reached to your belt. The man blanched as you removed your holster, gun still secure, and set it on the side table.
“It’s empty,” You assured him. “If it wasn’t, I’d not be here.”
You took the dress from him and disappeared behind the screen. You swore under your breath as you hooked the hanger over the top of the barrier. You removed your jacket and unclasped your suspenders. You slipped your shoes off and balled your socks inside them. You unbuttoned your shirt and tossed it a top your jacket on the small stool about a foot away. You added your trousers to the pile and stood in your underwear.
You grabbed the dress and pulled it over your head. The a-line skirt fell just to your knee and the delicate embroidery along the panels of the bodice stretched from chest to waist. You hadn’t worn a dress in years and it was just as awkward as you recalled. You stepped out from behind the screen and braced your hips in disapproval.
“Fits quite well,” Stuart mused and neared his rack again. “That means… the red, yes, oh, silver, the lace skirt…” He began to take hangers down and toss each piece on the chaise not far away. “Enough to see you through until I can make adjustments.”
You frowned and shook your head as you watched him. He passed you and you watched him gather up your former clothing. You blocked him before he could return to his rack.
“What are you doing with those?” You asked and reached to your waist instinctively.
“Mr. Rogers bid me take them with me.” He said plainly. “My assistant will be by later with undergarments… I just need your measurements before I go.”
You sneered at him as he dumped your clothing on the side table and stirred around in his pockets.
“I can assure you, miss, given your temperament, this is as unenjoyable for you as me.” He neared with his tape measure and you dropped your arms.
“Doubtful.” You grumbled.
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There was an oval mirror in the corner behind the screen. You spent a while looking at yourself in the ridiculous dress before you distracted yourself with hanging the rest in the long closet. Stuart’s assistant, Olly, was shown in an hour after the tailor had left and gave you a collection of negligee and silk underwear. You hid them in the drawers and tried to forget about them.
Steve, for all your spite, was a man who acted quickly and effectively. And, you guessed, impulsively. You doubted you were the first woman to laugh at him but you didn’t wonder much on his wrath. It was his ilk; yours too. The underworld was run on tempers and wounded pride.
You sat in an armchair as you fiddled with the gun, flipping the chamber in and out, listening to the roll. You heard the door handle and stopped. You spun the gun in your hand and pointed the empty barrel at the man who entered. Steve’s brows drew together as he saw you. His lips twitched and he removed his hat. He left it on the side table beside your bag.
“You waiting on me?” He asked coyly.
“If I had a bullet, perhaps I would be more excited for your arrival,” You set the gun on the small round table beside you.
“Go on,” He stood across from you. “Stand up. Let me get a look.”
You stared at him. You didn’t move. His gaze travelled to your legs and he tapped his toe.
“Hurry up, would ya? We’ve got places to be.” He sneered.
“Places to be? Oh?” You still didn’t rise.
“Look, doll,” He lowered his voice as he stepped a bit closer. “I know you think I’m just a skinny little shit but let me tell you, I’m a whole lot more. You stand up so I can get a peek at you or I’ll get you up myself and do more than look.”
Your nostrils flared and you grabbed the gun. You swung it at him and he dodged it. He caught your hand as you stood and tried again. He twisted your wrist and you gritted your teeth as he forced you to release it. He caught it with his other hand and shoved you back.
“You just can’t help yourself,” He growled as he tucked your gun into his trousers. “You’re lucky I have more self-control than you.”
You crossed you arm as he looked you up and down.
“Nice get-up but not for tonight,” He went to the closet and slid it open. “Even so, you’ve been busy.”
You were silent as he pulled out a pale blue dress that shimmered in the light. Thin straps, low cut, skirt flowing to the floor. You cringed as he turned back to you.
“I am not stupid, doll,” He neared and held out the hanger. “You think I’m a joke. You’re one of the most stubborn gals I’ve ever known. I like that.” He waved the dress until you took it. “But I don’t work alone. You wanna step on my toes, I have no issue calling in back-up.”
You glared at him; silent.
“I’ve seen Bucky do terrible things to men; his own size, bigger. I heard of worse from his years in the war. It changed him and when I tell him to do something, he doesn’t think, he does. He doesn’t see a man or woman, trousers or skirt, he sees a job.” Steve warned. “He’s all smiles til I say ‘sic ‘em’.”
“You must watch a lot of pictures, Mr. Cagney,” You sniped.
“Listen, when it comes down to it, you’ll prefer me to him,” He said. “Me to any man in this city. I could let you go,” He pointed at you. “Could, but I’d have to put a price on that pretty little head.”
You frowned and folded the dress over your arm.
“Where are we going?” You asked quietly.
“A party,” He smiled. “To celebrate my recent victory.”
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You hated the gown and the shoes. The way the woman had done your hair. Steve had left you to change and been quickly replaced by an older woman with fake blonde curls. Once a Jean Harlow fan or merely grasping at her fading youth?
She set your hair and grabbed your chin as she powdered your face and lined your eyes. She was pushy and said her name was Muriel. She talked a lot. You could barely keep track of her gossip. She painted your lips a deep shade of red and looked you over. When she finished, she left you as swiftly as she’d come. You ignored the mirror and the stranger in it.
When the door opened once more, you were at the window. You stared down at the sidewalk, pondering the way down. It would be a painful and slow death. So you had to wear heels; was it worth that?
“Doll,” Steve’ voice made you tense and you turned to face him. “You look… wonderful. Like a real woman.” He neared and his eyes lingered on vee of the dress. “Forgive me, you are a real woman.”
You crossed your arms but quickly dropped them as it only served to push your chest higher. Steve held a velvet box. He placed it on the table between the arm chairs and snapped it open. He lifted the silver chain from it and held it up to sparkle. Small diamonds decorated the slender necklace; the centerpiece a large sapphire.
“I’ve never seen a woman look at a jewel with such disdain.” He mused as he neared.
“Only at you, right?” You japed. He almost smiled.
“Sure, doll,” He seemed calmer as he gestured for you to turn.
You let out a breath and did. He carefully looped the necklace around your neck and clasped it. You spun back to him and wobbled in the heels. You kept yourself from tripping and he smiled as he reached to touch the sapphire.
“Gorgeous,” He said. “If not lacking grace.”
You drew away from him and his hand brushed your arm. He grabbed your hand and stopped you. He came up beside you and hooked your arm through his.
“You behave…” He purred. “And I just might take it easy on you.”
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You recognized many men at the party. It didn’t make it any easier. Once, you had faced them with a gun on your hip. With a sense of dignity. You lowered your head as Steve swept you along and he stopped to push your head up with two fingers.
“Be proud. You’re mine.” He whispered as he turned back to his path. “One day, this whole city will be mine. I might just take you with me.”
You didn’t like that. He spoke of you like a possession. But you shut your mouth and focused on not tripping. As you gained your balance, you struggled to stop as Steve pulled on your arm. The man across from you, Harry Carligne, squinted at you as he greeted your escort. As he tried to take you hand, you just stared.
“I know you,” He pulled back and realisation smoothed the wrinkles in his forehead. “Holy…”
“Where’s Carol?” Steve interjected.
“She found out about Lucille,” Harry laughed. “Who you will find flitting around somewhere.” He glanced at you again. “My, my, how did you tame this creature, Rogers?”
“He didn’t,” You said tersely. “Keep your paws off me.”
“Oh ho,” Harry grinned. “You’re definitely braver than me, Rogers.”
“I told you, I like a challenge,” Harry’s smile fell as he caught the edge in Steve’s voice. “Plus, I’ve heard that women with sharp tongues are the best fucks.”
Your eyes rounded and you gaped at Steve in disgust. You tried to pull away from him and he snaked his arm around you and pulled you closer.
“Besides, I’m sure the mouth is good for more than just talk.” Steve chuckled. Harry joined in loudly and you snarled at both of them.
“I’m thirsty,” You insisted as you tried to wriggle away.
Steve’s arm stayed firm and he waved with his other hand. A server appeared with a tray and Steve took a champagne glass from the lot. He handed it to you.
“Drink up, doll,” He said and returned his attention to the other man. “Now, Harry, we got some clean up to do in Queens…”
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The night was long. You didn’t miss the whispers of the men or the women attached to them. It also didn’t escape you that you looked like one of those women now. Some were wives, some were mistresses, and some were paid by the hour. You weren’t quite sure where you fell yet.
And Bucky hovered ever in your peripheral. He was Steve’s watchdog. Those Steve talked to were also aware of the other man. They were nervous. He had a reputation you had yet to see proven. You could live without the evidence.
You were relieved to be away from the party guests but less than to be once more beside Steve in the back of the ivory roadster. He was close, his fingers tapped on his knee as he was quiet. Bucky drove, yawning here and there. You were tired yourself but antsy due to the man next to you.
You flinched as Steve’s hand fluttered over onto your leg. He felt the fabric of your dress and leaned closer.
“A few slips,” He said. “But you did well, doll.”
“I thoroughly despised it,” You grumbled.
“But you looked good,” He cooed. “I like this dress… makes me think about what’s underneath.”
“You’re a dog.” You snapped.
He chuckled and his hand slid further and crawled along the crease where your thighs met. You pressed your legs together but he didn’t push. He merely traced a line around your hip and his fingers danced along your arm. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him. He kissed you and you slapped his chest. He winced but didn’t stop.
You shoved him but it only seemed to drive his fervour. He squeezed the back of your neck as he poked his tongue past your lips. The car came to a stop and he finally drew away. He glanced out the window but as he turned back to you, you slapped him.
“Animal.” You hissed.
He touched his cheek and his blue eyes glinted in the dim. He let out a heavy breath and tore his hand away.
“Get her,” He barked at Bucky. “Drag her, if need be.”
Steve got out of the car as the other door opened and you found yourself being ripped out by the henchman. As you found your footing, Steve came to face you.
“We’re gonna go back to the room, doll,” He said curtly. “And this can stay between the two of us or I can have my man hold you down. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind the show.”
You glanced over at Bucky. His expression was dull and his grip firm. He shrugged. He tugged you forward as Steve spun and led the way to the tall building. Inside, it didn’t seem so extravagant anymore and your steps echoed on the stairs. The hand on your arm was like a shackle.
The same door, the same room, you were ushered inside and Bucky let go hesitantly. The two men watched you, waiting. You didn’t move and Steve nodded to his henchman.
“Stay close,” Steve said quietly.
Bucky nodded and showed himself out. Steve faced you and brought his hands up to grasp your arms.
“I don’t wanna call him back,” He said. “Do you?”
You shook your head as a chill crept up your spine. You hadn’t felt this way in a very long time. You were afraid. You told yourself it wasn’t the thin man before you, it was the one outside, but deep down, you knew it was both.
“Alright, take the dress off.” He said. “Just the dress.”
You unhooked the back and slid the straps down your arms. Steve walked circles around you. You looked to him as you braced yourself. He loosened his tie as you let the gown fall to your waist. You shimmied out and exposed the creamy lace-trimmed panties and bra beneath.
“Sit. On the bed.” He ordered.
You stepped out of the dress and slowly crossed to the bed. You turned and sat on the end. He neared as he pulled his tie from around his neck. He put it over your eyes and you grabbed his wrist. He shook you off and secured it around your head so you were blind.
“Don’t even think about taking it off,” He warned. You dropped your hand and he stroked your cheek as he backed away.
You listened and shivered in your scant clothing. The underwear, the garters, the sheer stockings, and the strappy heels. You sensed him before you again. He ran his hands over your shoulders and down your arms. He brushed them back up your sides and groped you through your bra.
“Take this off,” His hand dropped and he pulled at the lacy trim at your hip. “And these.”
You stood in the pitch black of the blindfold and carefully undid your bra. You paused and you felt a tug on the front. You swept it away and hooked your thumbs in the top of the panties. He hummed and you rolled them down until they fell to your ankles. You untangled your feet and felt him step closer.
“Turn around. Get on the bed.” He commanded. “On your knees.”
You turned slowly. You stopped yourself from touching the bed.
“No.” You said. “No.”
“If I have to call him in, I won’t stop him from joining.” He rasped.
You bent and felt around. You managed to find your way up, lifting your knees carefully onto the mattress. He slapped your ass and you flinched.
“Further.” You crawled towards the middle. “Just like that.”
You waited there for a time, still on your knees. You felt the bed shift. His hand was suddenly on yours and he pulled it towards him. He pressed your fingers to hot flesh and wrapped your hand around his cock. You were surprised by his girth and as he slid your hand up than down, his length was no less impressive. He squeezed your hand tight.
“Not laughing now, huh?” He taunted.
You stopped and he nudged your hand. You just sat there with your hand around him, unwilling to move. Unwilling to accept this.
“Fine,” He slapped your hand away. “I’ll just use your mouth.”
He moved quickly and grabbed the back of your head. He yanked you forward and you fell onto your hands. He pushed down until you were on your elbows and the head of his cock prodded your lips. He rubbed it back and forth.
“Doll, I won’t tell you one more time.” He snarled. “Bucky’s right outside that door. I’ve seen him break men’s jaws as if it was nothing. What do you think he’d do if I told him to open your mouth for you?”
You gulped and shuddered. Your parted your lips reluctantly and he pushed inside. He grasped the back of your head and held you there as he hit the back of your throat. He urged himself deeper and you slapped his naked thigh. His fingers tangled in the tails of the tie.
You couldn’t help the noise which slipped from you as he pushed himself deeper. You held back a gag and squeezed his slender leg. You shook as he stilled you a lingered in your throat. He wiggled his hips cloyingly.
“Never would’ve known you had such a nice ass in those suits,” He slid back and slammed back in. You choked on him and he repeated the motion. “But that dress… perfect complement.”
You kicked your feet as he thrust steadily. He didn’t seem to notice the constriction of your throat around him as you struggled to hold back the wave of nausea. Or the way you struggled to breath around him. There was only his airy moans and sickly sound of his cock as it glided in and out of your mouth.
He finally pulled out and you struggled not to keel over. You wiped the spit from your lips and he grabbed your hand. He placed it on the mattress and held it there.
“Don’t move,” He said.
You were awe-struck by his pushiness. By the authority that radiated from him. He climbed off the bed and you reached to the tie as the sweat gathered along its edges. You were surprised by a pinch.
“I said don’t move,” He came around behind you and smacked your ass. “You keep those hands on the bed.”
You slapped your hand back down as he climbed up and his legs pushed between yours. Your stockings rubbed against his skin and he ran his hands up and down your back and around your hips then along your thighs. He tickled you and you felt his cock as it poked at you.
“You think you were funny yesterday?” He kneaded your ass as he leaned against you, his smooth length pressed against your cunt. “You really know how to use that pretty little mouth.”
You were, for once, speechless. It was one thing to deal with a man on his level, but to be bent over before him, was another.
“Where’s that voice now, doll?” He drew back and dragged his tip along your folds. “I wanna hear you.”
He pushed along your entrance, the head of his cock dipped in just a little before he pulled out. He rubbed himself along your cunt again and repeated the act several times. When he shoved himself further in, you squeaked and clapped your hand over your mouth. Another pinched on the tender flesh of your thigh.
“You moved,” He growled and impaled you entirely. Your walls were snug around him. “I know listening isn’t your strong suit but we’ll work on that.”
He eased out of you and paused. You let out a breath and he slammed back in. You flinched and grunted through your teeth. Your fingers curled in the thick duvet and he did it again. He thrust into you, each crash of his hips jolted you.
His hands brushed over your back and he grabbed your shoulders so that you arched. He rutted into you without restraint. He panted as you quivered against him. You moaned suddenly and clamped your lips shut. He chuckled and sped up.
“Is that it, doll?” He taunted. “Is that the spot?”
He bent over you and snaked his arm around your front. He pressed his fingers to your clit and dragged his lips along your shoulder. He bit down as he started to draw circles around your bud. You gulped as the ripples spread through you. You whined and finally let loose a sharp cry.
“You’re close, I can’t feel it,” He said and slammed into even harder. “And I know you can feel me.”
You’d lost control. You couldn’t let up and he wouldn’t. You moaned louder and louder, almost snarling for more as your flesh clapped loudly. The bed rocked beneath you and you dropped your head forward as you came. Your walls pulsed around him and you pushed back so you could take him deeper.
His hand never stopped, even as your arms shook and threatened to collapse in your rapture. You were stunned by your second orgasm and the third. Your arms folded and you were on your face as he grasped your hips and guided them firmly against him.
He sank as far as he could and swore. He pulled out quickly and you felt his harried strokes as he pressed his tip to your ass. His hot cum spilled over you and dripped down your thigh. He slowed and sighed as he grazed your throbbing pussy with his fingers.
He backed up off the bed but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. You listened to his soft footsteps and felt leather against your ass. He caressed you with the belt and pulled back.
“You moved again, doll,” He rasped as he brought the belt back down and you exclaimed. “You don’t like the easy way, do you?”
Thanks to @sansseireis for helping me out with this series and everyone else who helped me too.
Ever since your confession to Mingi, you don’t talk to mingi that much anymore because you think that he doesn’t like you/ has rejected you. And now you have forced a relationship with Park Joon.
This makes Mingi sad because you won’t respond. the day after you confessed he texted you.
Mingi:Are you ok?
Mingi: i am sorry if i hurt you, please don’t be mad
Mingi: y/n?
You saw his texts but didn't awnser him because you still felt the pain of rejection in you heart and couldn't face him. Mina tried to make you feel better but that didn't help much.
One day after school you saw Mingi sitting by the steps, he must have been waiting for you because he looked kind if nervous. Sitting there alone, playing with his fingers.
When he saw you he got up suddenly and tried go wave at you but you just looked away from him and walk on to the cafeteria. Where you sat by park joon.
Mingi when to sit by the guys. Everyone still didn't know what went down with you confessing and everything. So they were all a little confused about what was happening.
"Mingi what happened?", Seonghwa asked as his put a piece of steak in his mouth.
" Yeah why aren't you guys talking ", asked hongjoong concerned about what had happened between the two of you guys.
"Well I guess she tried to confess that she loved me and I didn't understand what she was talking about, and I think now she thinks I rejected her ", mingi explained he was kind of distracted because he was looking at you from where you were sitting. Next to park joon, laughing, linking g your arm around his.
"Hold up, hang the phone your telling g me y/n confessed to you and she didn't tell us! ", san exclaimed , arms crossed and pouting .
" That isn't the part I am concerned about she thinks you rejected her?", yeosang asked, still shocked from what he just heard.
The boys couldn't believe that you had a crush on Mingi and his it so well. They were also surprised that you didn't tell them about it, because they could have helped you .
-TIME SKIP TO THE AFTERNOON-
[Hongjoong has added y/n to the chat ]
Seonghwa: what's happening?
Y/n: what do you mean what's happening
Hongjoong: why won't you talk to Mingi
Y/n: don't tell me, he told you didn't he
Seonghwa: he told us
Hongjoong: yeah he didn't know that you had feelings of him
Y/n : I bet he just told you that
Seonghwa: no we are telling you the truth
Y/n : I can't talk now I am on a date right now
[ y/n has left the chat]
After your "fun" date with park joon, you noticed a voice message on your phone. It was mingi. You punched in your four didget code , and you finally hear the message:
" hello, y/n ? ... umm it's mingi and I just wanted to say that I am sorry and that I feel the same feeling for you, that you do me.... please call me back I just want to make things right between us". The message ended and in your heart you weren't sure if you believe him or not.
