Can U Write A Smut With Lucas Where You Two Accidentally Have To Share A Bed And ... 🙈

[ 9:13 pm ] the bottle of whiskey nearly slips out of hyunjin’s hand as your thumb brushes over his reddened tip, catching his precum which earns a stuttered groan from him. “i hate you,” he hisses quietly, though his voice is drowned out by the chatter in the living room either way. 

“no, you don’t,” you giggle as you smear precum all over his length that peeks out of his underwear. brows furrowed, he sets the bottle down and squeezes his eyes shut as if to keep himself level-headed. that’s easier said than done, especially when your friends are just one room away and could barge into the kitchen anytime. 

“once this is over i’m going to bend you over the counter and make you regret doing this.” hyunjin warns (too bad it rather comes out as a pathetic whimper), thrusting his hips against your hand to create more friction. a soft moan leaves him when you take his cock completely out of the restraints of his pants and pump him faster. with both hands gripping to the counter as if it were his lifeline and bottom lip between his lips, he turns more lightheaded and struggles to keep his whines low. if anyone dares to come in now, he is fucked. 

“suck it up, you lost the bet after all. besides, aren’t you enjoying this too much, leaking so much whlie our friends are here? how would they react when they realize that you’re mixing their drink as you’re about to come?” his dick twitches in your hold, and a smirk appears on your face. “by the way, don’t forget the manhattan chan asked for.”

remembering that he still has a job to do, hyunjin picks up the bottle of whiskey and quickly finishes the cocktail mix, trying to not spill too much. that however, is a task deemed impossible the moment you focus on his tip again, and he almost lurches forward against the counter. “you’re driving me crazy, i swear,” he pants. but just when he’s about to come, you tightly grip the base of his cock. a choked cry flies past his lips as you continue to deprive him from his release. “the fuck was that for?”

you smile wickedly at him. “beg for it.”

the look he stares you is deadly. because no. “you are fucking done.” gone is the whiny tone, instead replaced with coldness. hyunjin has tolerated a lot up to this point, but you pushed your luck too much with that. he doesn’t mind handing the reigns over to you, but at the end of the day, it’s only so much control that he gives you, and he doesn’t give a fuck if he’s breaking the bet. 

before you can register it fully, he tugs your hand away from him and hides his painfully hard and painfully red cock in his pants before dragging you up the stairs. ignoring the stares your friends are burning at your back as you pass them, hyunjin catches your attention once more. 

“you better beg if you want me to go easy on you.”

You Were Always Mine

Prompt: I have a question, hopefully I’m not too much of a bother…If you’re not doing requests that’s fine, but if you are, Would you mind doing a reader/Adam Milligan smut where they’re best friends but he’s secretly in love with her? And she breaks up with her boyfriend and he comforts her which turns into possessive smut where he pretty much worships her? If you can, thank you so much!! You’re such a brilliant writer that I couldn’t resist asking!

Rating: Explicit/Mature Pairing: Adam/Reader Word Count: 1,576 Warnings: Possessiveness, slightly rough sex, cheating Author’s Note: Okay, so the Adam I wrote is Adam after he comes from the pit, hope that’s okay anon! Also, sorry it came out so late! To all my other readers: If you’ve requested a one shot from me and haven’t seen it yet don’t worry I’m going on a one shot posting spree and your request may be one of the ones posted:) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Things were different when Adam fell into the pit, you felt like your life shattered into pieces when you heard the news from Sam, Adam was your best friend the one who supported you and helped you through the rough patches in your life. Everyday you felt like you were just going through the motions until you met your recent boyfriend, Jackson. He helped to pull you out of the funk you were in and you couldn’t be more appreciative, you thought you would marry him and then it happened, he showed up at your apartment looking the same as he did years ago, maybe a little darker but it was him. It was your best friend.

“Adam?” You said in disbelief and didn’t wait for anything to be said before throwing yourself at him and wrapping your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. You don’t know how long the two of you stood there just hugging, him trying to help you calm down and you just clutching to him.

The few days after were consumed with the two of you talking, you could tell he was different but yet the same, the way he looked at you sometimes made you feel on edge especially after you told him about your boyfriend. The day they met was, well, you wouldn’t say a disaster but you also wouldn’t say it was perfect.

“What is wrong with you?” You ask grabbing Adam’s arm and pulling him into the kitchen.

“I don’t like him.” He stated simply and you looked confused.

“Why, all he’s done is help me.”

“You know you’re not the only girl he’s seeing, right?” He informed me

“What? How the hell would you know that?”

“I’m of the same gender, ____. Have you two had sex?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your –”

“Have you?!” He stopped your sentence and you felt compelled to answer him.

“No.”

“Then please believe me when I say he’s cheating on you.” You bit your lip and looked away from him.

“Leave.”

“Fine.” With one last look at you he walked out of the apartment and you regretted ever doubting him because just 3 days later you found Jackson cheating on you and it broke your heart. The very same day you called Adam, crying so hard you could hardly talk.

“You were right, I-I’m sorry, I should h-have listened to you.” You managed to get out.

“I’m on my way, okay.”

“Okay.” You could only squeak as you hung the phone up and balled yourself up on the couch, your tears still flowing. It didn’t take long for Adam to get to you and when he did he automatically took you into his arms, letting you cry while he stroked your hair and pressed kisses to your head.

All the while Adam is thinking of all the ways he could hurt Jackson, he was so caught in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you soft call of his name until the second time you said it.

“I’m going to kill him.” Were the first words out of his mouth.

“No, Adam, he’s not worth the extra energy.” Your tears had subsided and you were finally thinking clearly, if you weren’t you would have gladly agreed to it.

“Yeah he isn’t, he also isn’t worth your tears.” His green eyes looked down at yours.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke apologizing for kicking him out of the apartment and not believing him.

“You should be, I hope this taught you who you belong to.” That definitely wasn’t something Adam would have said before falling in the pit and you looked at him confused. What the hell did he mean by that?!

“Excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow and he smirks and an emotion that you’d never seen in his eyes before showed.

“You’re mine, you always have been and I think it’s about time you realized that.” The tone of his voice and the look he was giving you made a shiver go through you but of course it wasn’t from fear.

“And when did we establish this?" 

"The first day I met you, you were mine.” His grip on you tightened and the hand that was stroking your hair moments earlier now tangled in it. Your breathing hitched as his gaze lowered to your lips and you hoped he would kiss you, just the slightest touch of his lips would set you on fire, you knew.

“Damn it, Adam, kiss me!” You said forcefully.

“You never were patient.” He said before leaning in closer and your eyes closed as his lips pressed to yours firmly and you turned more to him clutching his shirt in your hands. His tongue touched your lip lightly and you opened your mouth for him to explore, you moaned as he maneuvered you and had you straddle him, he then proceeded to get up and your legs went around his waist.

“Where are we going.” You ask pulling back from the kiss.

“Bedroom of course, can’t do much on the couch can we?” The walk to your bedroom was a short one and he let you down on the bed gently. You let go of him and began to grab at his shirt but he took your hands of him and kissed them. You looked at him confused as he smiled down at you lightly.

“Slow down, I want to take my time with your body, I’ve been wanting this forever and I’m going to savor it.” He pecked your lips and then your cheek slowly moving down and sucking at your neck. Your hand came up to have your fingers run through his short hair, lovingly scratching his scalp as he basically growled in pleasure.

Your shirt came off first and your bra next, his hands massaged them feeling the weight in his palms before kissing the peaks lightly before taking a nipple into his mouth. You arched your back as he sucked and licked taking time on each breast before moving further down kissing between your breast and then stomach touching the curves of your body.

“I love you.” He spoke laying his head against you loving the softness of your skin and how cool and yet warm you felt. “You were the only person I could think about while I was in hell, I thought about getting back to you, how I would tell you how I felt, how I would make love to you, how I would make you mine.” His green eyes flashed up to look at you.

“But, then again, you always were mine.” He kissed lower until he got to the top of your jeans and helped you out of that and your panties, you laid there naked as he appraised your body and smothered you in kisses. His mouth kissed the inside of your thighs and a tingle went up your spine as he got closer and closer to your core. He kissed the top of your sex before his tongue touched your folds. Both of you closed your eyes in ecstasy and you sighed while he groaned loving the way you tasted.

Your legs hung over his shoulders as he continued his ministrations having you tip on the edge of release before he stopped, your breathing so hard you were almost at a pant. You looked down at him wondering why he had stopped, he only gave you a smirk before stripping before you and you took in his flawless body, you always knew Adam was nicely built but seeing him naked you now realized he was perfect. 

He came back over top you and kissed you fully, you smiled into it and your hands roamed over as much skin as you could reach taking in the planes and ridges, every muscle on his body.

“Take me, Adam, I’m yours.” You say and he groans hearing the words, he rubbed his cock between your moist lips before lining himself up and entering you slowly. You walls stretched as he filled you and you closed your eyes as he fit perfectly in you, completing you.

His first thrust had you both let out groans of pleasure, he went slow at first but as the minutes went by he sped up until he was pounding into you, having you cry out from how good he felt. You felt the heat in the pit of your stomach burn hot and you knew it wouldn’t go out until you were thrown over the edge.

“Fuck!” Adam groaned as you moved your hips to meet him.

“T-tell me who you belong to ____.” he panted

“You, Adam.” You whimpered out as his cock dragged over you g-spot.

“I didn’t hear you, who do you belong to?! He growled enunciating each word with his thrusts until you deliciously dived of the edge, screaming his name as your orgasm took you over. Your walls squeezing him so tight he had no choice but to cum as well with a yell, his seed shooting into you.

"I-I’m yours Adam, I belong to you.” You say breathlessly as you hug him close to your body loving the feel of his weight on you. He kissed you lazily before laying his head on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“And don’t forget that.” His deep voice said and all you could do was smile.

Mine - Jasper Hale (smut)

Request by anon: I love what you write sooooo much! Could you do one with Jasper and possessive sex? Also I think you are my favorite writer on Tumbler! Stay amazing!

Thank you my love, enjoy. xxx

The way his eyes were following her around the room, taking in her every move, wandering down the sides of her dress, made her knees weak. She looked beautiful, the way her dress was perfectly taking on the shape of her body, her eyeshadow made her (y/e/c) eyes pop, lips tinted in a darker red color. 

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Bag of Tricks pt 2 | Bang Chan (m)

Summary:

After losing your job and moving in with Chris, you are forced to face your feelings. Will he love you back? Or are you just a toy to him?

Pairings: Dom Christopher Bang x Sub Female Reader

Genre: Smut (fluff if you blink fast)

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Dom/sub, oral (m/f), spanking, sensory deprivation, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, bound (wrists being tied), public humiliation, forceful gag used. I know I forgot some stuff. You’ll be SURPRISED I guess.

A/N: This is part two, please read part one before reading this. Thank you @particularemu​ for your amazing skills. I love you 

Part ONE

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Wicked Games || Hyungwon, Wonho & Female Reader

[ had a request for a threesome but i’m super trash at those so this was my way around it. but i have a request for another threesome and i’m crying inside OTL. total smut, infidelity, strong language, the works. ] 

Sleep was last thing on Wonho’s mind as he lay restlessly on his sheets, eavesdropping on the symphony of pleasure that trickled up the hall and through his cracked bedroom door. As horrible as he wanted to feel, as badly as he wanted to stop, he couldn’t help the way it was exciting him. The dorm was basically empty, most of the members had gone away for the weekend, leaving only Wonho and Hyungwon behind. He knew you’d be over, he knew you’d spend the night, he didn’t know he’d hear Hyungwon having you every kind of way on the living room floor. You made it sound so good, so deep, so raw.

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Taeil, to camera: Johnny is our master horticulturist. He knows all the scientific names for everything. Right, John?

Johnny: Yup.

Taeil: Like this! What’s this?

Johnny: Those are, of course, tomatoes. Or, Soulja-Boy Tell'ems.

Johnny, to camera: Whenever Taeil asks me for the Latin names of any of our plants, I just give him the names of rappers.

Taeil: And those over there?

Johnny: Those are some Diddies, some Bonethugs and Harmoniums right here. Oh, those Ludacrises are coming in great!

can you maybe do an older!elvis x reader with a daddy kink. Maybe he sees you flirting with another guy and pulls you into another room and has angry sex with you

That’s Alright Mama

a/n: I’m thinking comeback special Elvis? Loved him in that scene. Not proofread. Feel free to leave a tip if you’re able ❤️

warnings: dubious consent, breeding kink, all of the above basically.

Elvis had made you mad to put it simply. You saw the way he looked at girls and you saw the way those girls looked at him. It left you with a bad feeling in your gut and a horrendous taste in your mouth. He was much older than you, you knew he was much more experienced and you could leave him wanting things sometimes. You were trying though, actually trying to be what he wanted. He knew you were innocent when you met, that no other man had laid their hands on you until him. Truth be told, that was part of what attracted him so deeply to you. You were something for him to posses, to own. Something no one had before and no one would have again.

Elvis was 32 and you were just 18, fresh out of high school. You had known each other your whole lives and you always thought Elvis was so cute, and when his career started taking off it was just a wasted dream. You never imagined when you went to visit him with your dad in Memphis he would be absolutely enamored by you. Your dad sensed that attraction between you and Elvis, and he was not happy about it. But, there was nothing he could do. Elvis was the most famous man in the world and there was no way to say no to him. That night, He demanded that your father let you stay longer, said he would give you a ride home. Well, Elvis never took you home and you never went back home either. You had been with him since that day, it was only two months ago but if felt like a lifetime. You were in love, absolutely in love with this man.

But, at this very moment, you were angry with him. He had just bought you a new, nice dress and he was taking you out on a date. Said his baby had to look nice for him, just had to show you off. You were at the restaurant when this woman began to talk his head off, he was too involved in his conversation to notice that you had left and went to the bathroom.

On your way back, a man who had been watching you all night came up to you and began flirting with you. You looked over at your table and saw that she was still there, looking at him with those fuck me eyes. The jealously was like a pit in your stomach, causing you to do something you would’ve never, ever normally done.

“Hey love,” the man walked over to you. He was not bad looking, tall with blonde hair and brown eyes. But, he wasn’t Elvis. You glanced back over to your very handsome boyfriend, and he still seemed to not even notice you were gone.

You smiled sweetly at the blonde in front of you, “hi cutie,” you put on your sweet, southern charm. You knew guys loved that, just couldn’t get enough of it.

“So, what are you doing all alone?” He asked, trying to make conversation with you. You internally rolled your eyes, what did he think? He just saw you coming from the bathroom. You weren’t going to say that though.

“Oh, you know, just walking back to my seat,” you said sweetly, trying to play it dumb. You were hoping that Elvis was watching you now, but you weren’t going to bother turning your head to glance at him.

“You’re here with your dad tonight?” He asked. And it was genuine too, if you had water in your mouth you would’ve spit it out. The question was hilarious and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“I guess you could say that,” you snickered in response, already done with the conversation now. The man’s eyes looked scared, but you didn’t think twice of it as you turned around.

But, you were met with Elvis’ very firm chest. You looked up and saw the anger on his face, he had heard what you just said. You couldn’t even bother yourself to care, strutting right past him. That’s what he gets, he knew how jealous of a person you were and it felt good to make him green for once. You were angry at him, livid even. You had been gone for twenty minutes and he just now noticed. It wouldn’t have been a problem if that stupid women wasn’t so goddamn attractive. She was more his age, more appropriate for him to be with due to the press.

He attempted to grab your arm to stop you from walking away from him, “Y/N,” he said in warning. But you weren’t having it, nope not one bit. He had no right to be angry at you when he was blatantly flirting with that girl, unintentionally. At least you were doing it out of spite, not because you actually liked the guy. You walked to the car and he was storming after you, right on your heels. You were just as stubborn as he was and he knew it too.

“Y/N!” He shouted as you finally made it to the car, it felt like an eternity.

“What Elvis? Huh?” You asked angrily.

“What Elvis?” He scoffed in response, “you know damn well what Y/N. Callin’ me your dad? That’s just fuckin’ embarrassing.” He spoke angrily, but he was still as handsome as ever. “Not to mention you were flirtin’ with the guy as if I don’t even exist.”

“Ha,” it was your turn to scoff in response. “You know what’s fucking embarrassing Elvis? Sitting right next your boyfriend while he practically eye fucks a woman, that’s embarrassing.”

“I was not eye fucking her Y/N,” he retorted. “Get in the fucking car.”

“My pleasure, take me home while you’re at it. And I mean my home,” you said, and as soon as you said those words you regretted them. You saw the anger and the sadness on his face.

“You’re not going home Y/N,” he said in response, he wouldn’t take you. Not even if you begged and pleaded, you were his. “You’re going to our home and you’re gonna apologize for being such a brat.”

“Me? Apologize ?” You rhetorically asked, looking over at him. The anger was evident in his deep blue eyes, his tan skin had a red hue. It was like his anger was evident through his skin. “I want an apology Elvis, I did what I did to make you mad. Hell, you acted like I wasn’t even there.”

“Well, Y/N that’s business and you’re gonna have to learn it. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me,” he said, while driving. You were on your way home to Graceland and his eyes never seemed to look at you. Like he was disgusted with you. “You did what you did to make me mad, and by God you did it. You wanna tell people I’m your dad? Well I’m gonna act like it.”

You had never seen him this mad before, and while it frightened you it also left you feeling excited. You couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen. You kept your mouth shut the rest of the way home, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. You had a mouth on you, both you and Elvis knew it. Normally, he wouldn’t react to it. He was always very level headed, able to keep calm even when you weren’t able to.

You pulled into the house and he parked outside the front, he shut the car off but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look over at you. As your anger leveled off, you felt a pit of nervousness form in your stomach. Maybe he was done with you for good now, you weren’t old enough, mature enough, or level headed enough.

“Get out,” he spoke lowly, “go upstairs, sit on the bed, and wait for me.”

You were no longer excited now. Your breaths quickened, your nerves getting the best of you. You couldn’t even find the words to say yes, so you just did exactly what he asked and got out of the car. You closed the door softly, hoping not to provoke him even more. Your hands were shaking, you wished you didn’t have such a big mouth sometimes. It always messed stuff up. You walked in the house and in a daze found yourself going up the stairs into your shared bedroom.

You sat on the satin sheets, your legs crossed expectantly. Your anger always got the best of you, but when it came down to it you were just a guarded person who didn’t know how to react to situations that left you uncomfortable.

You soon heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, pounding like your heart in your chest. You looked down in your lap, only seeing him out of the peripheral of your vision. You were too scared to look him in the eye. You felt him sit next to you, but you refused to look up and acknowledge him.

“Take your panties off,” he said gruffly. You looked up at him in shock, watching him undo his belt. “Did I stutter?”

You shook your head no and took them off just like he asked. In the back of your head, you knew it would be best for you if you just listened to what he said. He held his belt in his hand and it left fear wracking through your body.

“Bend over the bed, and don’t look at me,” he said in a demanding tone, and you did just what he asked. He walked over to you, massaging your ass as you were bent over. You tried to look back, but his hand was placed at the nape of your neck forcing you to look forward.

"You call me your dad? Huh? I'm gonna punish you like one," he spoke, leaning over you. Your breaths trembled, feeling the fear in your lungs. "Gonna spank you girl, say yes daddy," he demanded, his tone putting fear into you.

"Y-yes, daddy," your voice came out as shaky as you felt. His belt came down on your ass as soon as the affirmative left your mouth, you let out a squeal in response to the pain.

"Think you can humiliate me like that? Tell people I'm your dad? That shit's embarrassing Y/N," he said, smoothing over the welt that was sure to be made.

"S-sorry," you cried out, you had a bad feeling in your gut.

"Sorry what?" He asked, but he knew the response. He knew what he wanted you to stay.

"Sorry daddy," you said softly and then he smacked your ass with the belt again. It was almost as if he was punishing you for saying what he wanted you to say.

He smacked your ass three more times in succession, five times altogether. Tears were falling down your face from the pain, but you knew you deserved it after the stunt you pulled today.

He backed away from you, letting you turn your face to look at him now. You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, a darkness in his eyes that you had never seen before.

"Here's what's gonna happen Y/N," he spoke as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers, exposing everything to you. You let out a small gasp, the air barely reaching your lungs. He seemed harder and thicker than ever before. He walked over to you, that dark glint still in your eyes. "I'm gonna fuck you and you're not gonna say a word, heard too much out of that fucking mouth tonight," he degraded you. You should've been mad, but it only left a pool of heat collecting in your panties.

You just nodded your head in agreeance, but even if you said no you were sure he would’ve still gone about his business. he lifted you fully on the bed but you were still on your hands and knees. You could feel him rubbing his tip up and down your folds, it left your back shuttering in response. He rammed into you before you could process anything else.

You both gasped as he bottomed out in you, a slight hint of pain as he stretched you. Your eyes were still watery from the belt. It was an overwhelming feeling to be so completely full of someone like this.

“So tight Y/N, made just for me,” he said as he began to slowly thrust in and out.

“So wet for me Y/N, who knew you could be such a slut,” he said confidently. You moaned as his hand reached under you to play with your clit. The pleasure was mind numbing, to be used as a fuck toy like this. It left you feeling in awe of him.

You only managed to let out grunts and moans as Elvis continued to fuck into you, occasionally smacking your ass leaving tears streaming down your face.

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, finally make me a daddy,” he said grunting. His hands pushing your upper body down, forcing you ass higher in the air. The new angle caused you to see stars, he was so deep that you completely forgot about the words he grunted. His hips smacking into yours made the air leave your lungs. Your breaths disrupted your moans. Your face was pressed into the sheets, leaving no room for oxygen to enter your lungs.

You looked back at him, his hands firmly pressed into your back. It was a glorious sight to see him like this, his hair messed up. Him so care free as he fucked you.

“You’re mine Y/N, gonna make you so full of me everyone knows it too,” he said as his hips stuttered into yours. You were close and so was he, it was hard not to finish fast like this. Everything was so hard and fast about this, but in a way it was filled with love. It was everything love was about, jealousy and passion.

“Daddy,” you moaned, disobeying him for the first time since he commanded the order. He was too into you to even care, too into reaching you and him to that point. Too into finishing in you and reaching his goal.

“Gonna make you a mama,” he said, reaching under you to play with your clit again and you couldn’t help but gasp and buck your hips into him. The ball seemed to pop in your stomach and you completely let go, your body completely going limp as he continued to fuck into you. He raised your hips up with his hands as he continued his assault.

He thrusted, hard, going the deepest he had ever before. And that’s where he came. You both moaned at the feeling as he collapsed into you, you didn’t even think twice about the repercussions of his actions. You would be anything he wanted you to be, and if one of those things were to be a mother, you would be.

You stayed connected like this for a few minutes, and then he pulled out of you to see the damage he had done. The belt had already left your skin raised, puffy and red. Soon, it would bruise. His fingers lightly traced the marks and you winced in reaction.

“I’m sorry mama,” he whispered, his anger overtook him and he was entirely too hard on you. It left a bad feeling in his gut.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. He saw the cum fall out of you, and he reached his finger and picked it up and shoved it back into you.

“Gotta keep it all, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath. You repeated the events of that night over and over, fucking his love into you and making sure it would stick. He wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. You wanted it too.

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Fuck Away The Pain - Hyungwon

A/n: I don’t even know what this is, ngl. It kinda sucks, but ya girl’s sad from an ex and I’m deep in my Hyungwon feels so this happened. Let it flop, idc, tbh. I just wanted to write it. Also, issa long one, sorry.

“Y/n..” - 10:47 pm

“I know this is uncalled for, but” - 10:47 pm

“I really miss you.” - 10:48 pm

“I really wanna see you. Can I come by later?” - 10:49 pm

“Can we try again?” - 10:50 pm

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vocal lesson

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: vocal coach!seungmin x fem!reader

• wc: 2.3k (confession: writing long fics isn’t my forte)

• tw: underlying toxic relationship, masturbation (m), grinding, groping, unprotected vaginal sex, explicit language, creampie- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: i have a love hate relationship with this fic. i have a few goals i’d like to achieve from this fic and whether or not i’ll succeed is based on your feedbacks 🥺 so please don’t hesitate to drop them! also, enjoy!

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seungmin despises the way his heart dropped when he sees your name flashing on his phone screen instead of you flashing by his eyes. by this time, he’s fully aware that a chatty girl like you isn’t the type to text. in fact, you only do it on one occasion, which is when you’d like to cancel the class. just like what he has expected, the text says you won’t be able to make it that day and that you’re sorry; but he knows you’re not sorry. he knows you’re doing this on purpose—to torture him—and it’s working perfectly.

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a/n: should I write more things like this??? synapsis: after falling into a coma you find yourself stuck in the dreaming and in love with the Lord of Dreams, and when you eventually awake you leave him in despair. warnings: hot and heavy makeout sessions......(i tried y'all😭) not proofread or edited pt2

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Years had gone by, and many seasons had changed. But you were still injured. You lay motionless in your hospital bed. Peace was drawn on your face. Your mother and father had withered and aged, Your siblings and friends had empty hope that you would make it. But they could never bring themselves to pull the plug. That’s how it was in the waking world. However, in the Dreaming it was different. Your face had life and color, and your smile was brighter than a million suns. And all signs of sickness left your body. You were walking, running even dancing. It truly was a dream you never wanted to wake up from. But alas all good things must come to an end. 

The first time you and Morpheus met in the dreaming,he was awkard. You had wandered into the palace library and met the lovely Lucianne. You were quite confused, you remember your eyes going heavy after being placed in the hospital and your chest tightening and then here you were. The librarian was nice and sat you down. She told you all about the dreaming and reassured you that you would awake in a few hours when morning came. So you sat and enjoyed the day, the library was magnificent. It really took your breath away. Its large shelves filled with books could only found in a bookworms dream. You wandered around the library not wanting to bother Lucianne. Your look for a familiar book, any familiar book. A surge of happiness runs through your body as you finally find a familiar title, Romeo and Juliet. It wasn’t one of you favorites but it was familiar so you picked it up off the shelf. It seemed to be freshly printed. The spine was crisp and untouched.

“Lucianne.” deep mellow voice calls out,

“I think she went out for a moment.”  you reply softly, your head swivels around trying to find the source of the voice.

“I beg your pardon-” you finally see the man walk out from behind the book shelf infront of you,

“Who are you.”

The man was very pale and had messy hair as dark as molasses. You quickly tell him your name and greet him holding out a hand,

“Whats your name?” You gently ask

“Morpheus.” He leaves your hand hanging until you eventually drop it. It was very awkward. The silence made you squirm under his gaze. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something to ease the silence Lucianne barged in,

“Lord Morpheus-” her voice trailed off as she saw the two of you,

“I see you’ve met our new guest.”

His gaze shifted to Lucianne,

“What do you need me for.” they both walked away from you. Leaving you with the comforting silence of the books. 

After that occurrence, he would see you around every corner of the palace. You were like a curious mouse, looking at every crevice. Running your hand on every solid object. Time had passed and you should have awoken by now. But here you were, still in the dreaming. This predicament seemed to alarm not only Lucianne but also Morpheus. They had their fair share of humans who fell asleep for months even years but never usually were lucid, or conscious of the fact that the dreaming was there. Nevertheless, there was nothing they could do now. You were stuck in the dreaming whether you liked it or not. 

Many weeks had passed since you first entered the dreaming. You had already gotten bored of being confined to the palace, you didn’t even get to sleep in the dreaming. It was eternal morning. You had gotten to the point in your life where you were begging Lucianne to help her with her work, but she would only shoo you away.  A huff left your lips as you sat on the large staircase in front of the large palace doors, your knees up to your chest as you buried your face in your legs. You wanted to wake up. You were going insane due to boredom, you had read so many books that your brain physically hurt to see letters on a page, and the smell of the books made you queasy. You craved human interaction, physical affection, and adventure. Lucianne was working 24/7 and Morpheus was out of the question. After your first meeting you hadn’t spoken to him again, he was too odd for you to socialize with. At that moment you heard the large doors creak open and footsteps tap on the floors. You knew who it was but kept your head down. 

Morpheus kept moving until he reached the top of the stairs where you sat, slumped over. He wouldn’t lie, he felt for you. Being confined to the dreaming must be agonizing for you. He wished to relieve you of that burden even for a few moments.

“Would you like to go walk in the gardens?” Your head snapped up to where he stood next to you

“Yes please.” your eyes twinkle pleadingly

He leads you out the palace doors and into the flourishing gardens located behind the palace. The sun gleamed down onto you for the first time, it felt so pleasing and euphoric. Morpheus watched as you observed every flower and plant with awe. It was amusing to him, watching you gawk at unknown flora.

“Are those fruit trees!” You exclaim turning around

He nods and gestures for you to go explore. And you did.

“I didn’t know the dreaming had fruit trees.” You strolled shoulder to shoulder with Morpheus,

“The dreaming has anything anyone could dream of.” 

“That's amazing.” 

He felt a sense of pride at your praise for his domain. 

“May I eat one?” Your fingers point to the dangling juicy red apple.

“You do not need to ask permission for every movement you make in this realm.” He grabs the magnificent fruit and hands it to you to devour. You weren’t hungry but you ate it, the sweet taste invaded your tastebuds and drove you to feel ecstatic. Maybe you were wrong about Morpheus, he seemed to care more than he liked to show. 

“Thank you Morpheus.” your smile pierces his heart, when was the last time a human smiled so gratefully at him? He could feel his lips curve,

“It is no problem, the gardens are yours to roam.”

Your heart swelled with joy,

“But what if I wish to roam them with you, would that be permissible.” 

“Of course, I would be more than willing to keep you company.”

Your smile only widened, Life in the Dreaming might not be so bad.

For the next month, Morpheus took you out into the gardens every day without fail. Somedays you would go fruit picking or have a picnic. Other times you would make a pie or a fruit-flavored pastry and bring it to him in his throne room. You two became very close in a short period of time. You might have even called each other friends. But I hardly think friends suck each other's faces in the gardens. But there you two were, smushed against an apple tree your mouths locked onto one another. The kiss was hot and heavy, your teeth clashed and your tongues invaded each other's mouths. Even the sun wanted to secrete behind the clouds at that act of indecency. Your hands grouped every part of each other's bodies as if you wanted to tear each other's clothing off. Only after you have to pull Morpheus off your body could you catch your breath. A dopey smile was planted onto your face as you watched his chest heave. He looked like a mess, his hair was more tousled and messy than usual. His clothing was wrinkly and he had love bites on his pale neck. Some old and some newer ones growing in hue. 

“We really should go back inside,” you say after finally catching your breath,

“ Do we really?” Morpheus challenges leaning his face closer to yours, his short breaths hitting your lips

“I guess not.” Once again the messy kiss fest began,

One might wonder ’how did this start?’. It happened to start after the fourth week of Morpheus taking you to the Palace gardens. Morpheus was starting to feel his heart gravitate toward you and his eyes capture you more beautifully. He felt his feelings for you were becoming more romantic. You on the other hand also started seeing Morpheus more romantically but you were also severely touch starved and craved physical connection and affection. This is why when Morpheus explained his feelings for you in the valley of berry bushes you wasted no time kissing him on his lips, your heart was frivolous and floating. He grabbed your waist and held you close as you both locked lips until you both pulled away, sweet smiles on your bruised lips, and walked back to the palace hand in hand. No words were ever spoken about the status of your relationship and never would be until further on in the future. Ever since then your garden trips always either started or ended with your mouth on each other. This leads us to the current time, Instead of your usual kissing spots you both were currently locking lips on his throne. You sat on top of him as you both vigorously kissed, your tongues dancing the waltz and his hands finally found purchase on your waist as he had previously been groping your chest. You gripped his dark black coat, seeking some stability, you felt as if you would float away into the clouds. After you both had your fill, you both settled down, you rested your head on his chest and sat there absorbing his warmth. 

“Morpheus.” You whisper

He hums in acknowledgment, caressing your hair,

“What would you say we are” Your head lifts to watch his expression, its the epitome of adoration

“Lovers.” He fondly pecks your lips

You contently hum and lean back into his chest. It was perfect, everything was perfect. But nothing lasts forever.

Many months pass. It has now been about 4 years since you entered your coma and ventured into the Dreaming. All day you had felt odd, your entire body tingled and felt floaty. Like you were groggy. You sat in the library with Lucianne and Morpheus. The pair were coming up with ideas for new dreams and nightmares. You were sitting on a comfy brown plush chair, reading a book when it happened. You could hear voices in your head. Like they were in your skull. Your book dropped to the floor and you gripped your head. You could smell the faint scent of antiseptic and plastic. It was familiar. You could hear the heavy footsteps of Morpheus and Lucianne rushing towards you,

“Are you alright darling?” His voice was filled with worry

“My head.” You groan, the voices were all too much, their yelling mixed with Morpheus's voice was all too much

‘Grip my hand if you can hear me.’ you heard in your head

“What is happening,” Morpheus asked turning to Lucianne for help, she was more knowledgeable in these situations,

“It seems as though they are waking from their coma.” 

“No,” his voice was soft and filled with disbelief. You had never heard him use that tone, or have that look in his eyes. As if his world was crumbling. The feeling was getting stronger and you were starting to fade. The sound in your head was getting stronger and the smell was growing. You could faintly feel cold metal. Before you fully disappear you grabbed Morpheus's hand and give him a sweet smile,

“See you in my dreams.” 

Then you awoke. Leaving Morpheus broken in the Dreaming.

“It’s alright Lord Morpheus.” Lucianne comforted,

“You shall still see her while she sleeps, or you may even visit her in the waking world.”

“No Lucianne.” His voice was filled with despair

“I won’t be the same.” His heart mourned, you were happy in the Dreaming, his kingdom. He wanted to be by your side forever but now you were gone from his home. He never expected you to leave him so soon. He sat in the library in front of that brown chair for hours after you left, his hands rested on the plush cushion of the chair. A few tears left his eyes, but no sounds left his throat. You had left him.

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(maybe I'll write a happier part 2)