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Hoseok - 2 (M)

Originally posted by its-hoseok-mysunshine

As you laid there on your bed, watching porn- ya know just out of pure boredom- you intently watched video after video, well that is until you heard rushed footsteps coming down the hall. Though you knew you weren’t doing anything wrong at all, you couldn’t help but to feel a sudden rush of anxiety as you immediately shut your laptop; pushing it off to the side as you quickly turned on the TV. 

“Babe.” Hoseok cooed, rushing into the room you both shared, “What you are you doing? He chuckled, raising a brow at you as you completely failed at trying to act natural. 

“Uhh, just ya know-” You replied, your cheeks seemed to turn red hot the entire time he stared at you; motioning towards the TV, “Watching TV, why? What are you doing?” 

Shaking his head, he just brushed off your semi-odd behavior because you normally were always just awkward no matter what. “I need to check my emails and I left my laptop at the dorm.” He sighed, calmly walking over to you. “I need to use yours really quick.” 
As he grabbed your laptop and began walking away with you, your eyes shot open the moment you realized you didn’t close your previous window. 

Shit. 

You followed him down the hall as he made his way back to his little makeshift office, “Uh, wait babe-” You nervously mumbled, “I need to use it for like a second.” 
The moment you tried to reach for it, he turned the corner into the room; sitting as he set it down on his desk. 

“Y/n, babe..” He adorably chuckled as he stared up at you, “Why are you acting so-” The moment he tried to finish his sentence, nothing but degrading dirty talk and high pitched moans pour from your computer. 

Fuck my life. 
His eyes shot wide open as he turned toward the computer screen; the video of some guy pounding into a girl while pulling her hair, saying the filthiest things to her continued to play. 
A soft chuckle flowed out of him, as he shook his head in disbelief. “Really, baby?” He asked, glancing up at you. 

Covering your bright red face, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, “I was just bored I swear!” Your hands slightly muffling your explanation. 

Turning back to the screen, Hoseok raised a brow; a mischievous smirk painted across his face as he read the title ‘Little Slut Loves to be Degraded and Fucked Hard’
“Is this what you’re into baby?” He smoothly asked, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “Hmm?” 

“I- I..” You stuttered, trying to find some sort of excuse to no avail. Giving in, you gave him a soft nod, “Yeah, but I swear I was just watching it because I was-” 
He immediately cut you off, roughly yanking you down onto his lap. His large hands swiftly trailed up your chest, both tightly wrapping around your throat. A soft whimper escaped your pursed lips as he pushed his member against your bum. 

“Do you want Daddy to do that to you?” He snarled, running his pillow-y lips along your spine; sending delicious chills radiating throughout your body. “Hmm? Do would want Daddy to treat you like a cheap, little slut?” 

His grip around your neck tightened as he squeezed the sides, “Uh huh..” You weakly uttered, harshly nipping at your bottom lip. 

Letting go of your throat with one hand, he quickly landed a stinging blow across both thighs- drawing out one of your enticing pained cries. His hand quickly made it’s way up to your drenched heat. His lips pressed against your shoulder as his fingers teased your already aching clit. 

“Answer me like a big girl, y/n.. or are you just my stupid little whore, hm?” 

“You’re just Daddy’s pretty little cum dumpster- aren’t you, slut?” 

“Daddy’s going to fuck your brains out little girl. I’m going to fuck this pretty little cunt of yours until my dick is the only thing you can think of.” 

Caught 2 *Isaac Lahey Smut*

SMMMUUUUUTTT


A/N: Its late as all hell but shit…its here. Please enjoy the second part of Caught. Love you guys


“Lahey!” Y/N marched into the livingroom where Isaac sat perched at the edge of the sofa watching a football game “We need to talk.”


“About?” He asked uninterested, never taking his eyes away from the TV.


“You know…” Her words trail off in hopes he’d figure it out.


“No, I don’t.” Isaac lied. Y/N walked over to where Isaac lounged, snatching the remote from his hand she turned off the 60 inch flat screen and stood in front of it, gaining his full and undivided attention.


“3 days ago you came home from work a bit early and…”


“Ate you out like it was my last meal?” Isaac smirked raking his eyes up and down her body “Yeah, I’m starting to recall.” Her outfit was simple enough. One of his shirts fitting her like an oversized dress, stopping at her mid thigh and shorts, and yet he was hard.  Isaac firmly believed she wore his clothes better than he ever could, and his cock agreed.


“Yeah? Well that won’t be happening again…ever again.”


‘Like hell it won’t’ Isaac thought glaring up at Y/N “And might I ask why? And I know it’s not because of a bad performance.”


“I have a boyfriend.” Y/N blurted.


A tense few seconds of silence ensued before Isaac spoke again. “Come again.” He had to have heard her wrong. Y/N, his Y/N had a boyfriend. “Break up with him.” He demanded. Isaac wasn’t sure where this overwhelming possessiveness was coming from. He’d never considered himself the jealous type. He’d passed a fair share of his conquest down to his friends, but it was different where Y/N was concerned.


“What? No.”


“No?” Y/N wasn’t able to put the proper amount of distance between herself and Isaac so that he became nonthreatening. He’d pulled down so that she was pinned beneath him in what seemed to Y/N in an instant. “Break. Up. With. Him.” Isaac hissed.


Isaac sat on the couch watching the door. He could hear the jingle of Y/N’s keys as she tried to get into the apartment. For three days, three whole fucking days she was MIA. After their fight, she’d managed to get away  He was ready to pounce when an unfamiliar man walked.


“You must be Isaac!” He damn near squealed upon seeing Isaac “I’m Kris Y/N’s boyfriend. I’ve heard so much about you.”


Isaac struggled not to growl. This was the infamous boyfriend? Isaac didn’t think Kris was Y/N’s type. He was a little too bubbly and airheaded. Not too mention Kris looked like one of the saps that would stroke his lover’s hair, whispering sweet nothings as he “made love” to his partner. His Y/N liked it rough. Biting, scratching, choking, spanking: That’s what she liked. What she yearned for.


“Aren’t you gonna say ‘hi’, Lahey?” Y/N emerged from behind Kris.


Isaac had planned to give Y/N the cold shoulder making it known that he was pissed, until he laid eyes on her. Y/N had never been one to dress up…for anything. Her wardrobe consisted of sweatshirt, leggings, T-shirts, and jeans. Isaac was positive she didn’t own a skirt, much less a dress. But sure enough there she was, standing in a short bright yellow sundress. If Kris wasn’t there he’d have surely ripped it off her body like some sort of animal. For that, Isaac was almost grateful. It would’ve been ashame if he’d torn to shreds perhaps the only dress Y/N owned, not to mention she looked absolutely ravishing in it.


A strange look spread across Isaac’s face; one that scared Y/N. He looked like some sort of sex starved predator. He made no effort to hide the tent that was forming in his sweatpants, or his eyes from roaming Y/N’s body. She shifted uncomfortably. The dress didn’t seem so short before, but now she was trying to tug it down. Y/N quickly ushered Kris into the kitchen, praying he didn’t notice Isaac semi erection.


“I’ll be right back, babe.” Y/N said “I have to talk to Isaac.”


Isaac stood and walked silently to the bathroom (there place of gathering when privacy was needed from guest). He waited until Y/N followed im to close and lock the door behind them.


“What the hell is your problem?” She whispered. Being annoyed, Y/N made the mistake of shoving him against the wall. “You’re being a fucking asshole.” She hadn’t realized the danger she’d put herself in.


Isaac responded by lifting Y/N onto the sink, and lacing his hand on her throat he gave her a firm squeeze. Not enough to restrict her airflow, but just enough to send a warning. The other he placed on her thigh digging his claws into the soft flesh. He breathed in familiar scent of her arousal, smirking at the realization that she was enjoying this. Y/N was enjoying him being rough with her, as he knew she would.


“You are soo fucking disrespectful.” Isaac growled. Reaching under the dress he tore away her panties causing a loud cry to escape her lips “Careful now Y/N, we don’t want Kris to hear us, do we? Do we? She shook her head.


“I didn’t think so.”  Taking his hand away from her throat, Isaac was able to pull down his sweatpants revealing his swollen angry cock. Y/N stared down at it in a mixture of awe and terror.


“Isaac wait.” She pleaded. Kris is still here


“I can’t.” Isaac sank to his knees, taking in Y/N her scent and the sight of her wet folds he gave her  clit a firm like “I’ve barely touch you, and look how wet you are, sweetheart.”


“Fuck Isaac.” Y/N whined. Tangling her hands in his curly hair she pulled him closer grinding her pussy into his face.


Right as she approached her peak Isaac pulled away, wiping her juices off his face, and standing.


“AH- No.” She cried reaching out for him, but he’d moved just out of her grasp “I need…”


“You need what?” He asked. “You need to cum?”


“Yes, please.” She moaned


“Tell me you won’t see him again, and I’ll let you cum.” With his arms folded across his chest, he smiled down at her mischievously. Y/N wouldn’t say no to him. “Promise me.”


“I won’t see him again! I promised”


“Tell me you want me to cum on my cock.”


“I want to cum on your cock, so bad Isaac. Now fuck me!”


In one swift motion Isaac plowed into Y/N. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Isaac gave her a second to adjust before picking her up from the sink and pushing her against the door.


He repeatedly slammed into Y/N, enticing loud cries of pain and pleasure. Loud enough for her dick of a boyfriend to hear and come running. From outside the bathroom a loud banging could be heard as well as the smacking sound of flesh colliding, Y/N sopping pussy, and a mixture of her cries and Isaac’s groans.


“He’ll never fuck you like can. Do you understand me?” Y/N was unable to answer being that her she was too focused on reaching her climax “Answer me or I’ll stop!”


“No.” Y/N whimpered as Isaac’s pace began to slow “Please don’t stop.”


“Tell me what I want to hear.”


“He can’t f- AHH” Isaac unexpectedly slammed into her one time


“Louder!” He roared.


“He can’t fuck me like you can!”


“You’re damn right he can’t” He started jackhammering into Y/N’s pussy. The wetness from it running down thigh.  Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. A particularly loud wail fell from her lips, as she clenched and spasmed around his hard cock.


Isaac prolonged her orgasm, moving at the same pace even after Y/N came. She’d become overly sensitive and was begging Isaac to stop if only for a few seconds, but her plea fell on deaf ears. After he came then she’d have her break. He’d hold back his climax for as long as he could to punish her.


“It’s too much!”


Y/N second orgasm was quickly building as Isaac mercilessly pounded her. A well aimed thrust at her g-spot sent Y/N over the edge.


“Take it like a good girl.” He felt her cunt contract around him, trying to milk his seed. He howled (literally) as ropes of hot cum shot into her awaiting pussy.


Y/N shivered as her climax began to subside. Isaac used the door to support her weight, resting his face in the crook of her neck he began to talk between breaths.


“Think Kris heard us?” Y/N could almost see the smirk on his face.


“You’re such an ass, that was your plan all along, huh?”


“Yup.” Dick


“Well, jokes on you.” Y/N had a smirk of her own plastered across her face.


“And how is that?”


“Well everyone knows how incredibly insanely Isaac Lahey gets when some guy has the audacity to even look at what Isaac Lahey thinks belongs to him. I just wanted to make certain you were interested, and that was the only way I knew how. Kris was in on it too.”


“Seriously?” How could he not have seen through Y/N’s trick? Clever girl “Do you know how close I was to ripping his throat out?”


“So you think I belong to you Mr. Lahey?” She scoff


“There’s nothing to think about, sweetheart. You belong to me.”


THE END


A/N: You guys are the best! Thanks for reading, and request are still open, but not for long.

The Song of the Sea

communitymc said something about siren!Tom and, naturally, a certain Pirate Captain (Jordan). I fell in love with the idea and this story worked its way into existence.

Ship: Syndisparklez. Lots of Syndisparklez.

Triggers: Unless you don’t like the ocean this is mostly just fluff with a lil’ sadness thrown in :)

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“We’re closing in on the bay, Captain.” Capsize adjusted the wheel, angling the boat to further align with the narrow entrance to the bay that was illuminated brightly in the setting sun.

“You’re sure this is the place?” Redbeard asked, also studying the landform that they approached gradually- and not without a small dose of fear mingling with the anticipation in their stomachs.

“Look at the cliff outline. If that doesn’t look like a tower to you- ‘the seaside castle’ as she said- clearly your other eye is going as well.” Jordan replied.

“I see perfectly well with my remaining eye, mate.” Skipper replied, rolling said eye as Rupert scrambled up from below decks.

“Remember what milady said.” Jordan spoke levelly as the ship nearly grazed each side of the landform and drifted into the harbor. “Keep your mind on finding the pearls. Anything else is a distraction, and should be avoided completely.”

“Do you think they’re real?” Redbeard spoke softly, almost inaudible over the sound of the waves. “The sirens.”

“I think Jordan’s right. Your other eye is going.” Capsize replied, pointing straight ahead.

The bay they emerged into was shaped like a nearly-full moon, surrounded by sharp cliffs.  Small rocks jutted throughout the shallow waters, and it was on those rocks that they focused their attention. In the shadows cast by the cliffs, the rocks were dotted with smaller, pale-colored creatures.

“They’re real alright.” Rupert said, putting away his telescope with a look of determination on his face. “Steer clear of the shadows, mateys.”

“We’re here for the pearls and nothing more. Remember milady’s orders, and all shall go smoothly.” Jordan ordered, and the ship headed straight for the opposite side of the bay. When they were within a hundred feet of the shore, the singing started.

Rupert was the first one to hear it, and the pirate paused mid-word as unearthly voices reached their ears. It started out soft, barely background noise, but the closer they got to the shore (and the rocks) the louder and more noticeable the song became.

It wasn’t lyrical, exactly, nor was it in a language that any of them understood, but to many pirates and lost travelers, the song of the sirens held promises of things beyond comprehension. Rupert went slack-jawed, staring at a small group of sirens that had left the rocks and were approaching the boat with caution.

“Snap out of it.” Capsize ordered, and Rupert blinked, shivering slightly as he tore his eyes away and stared at the shore instead. Redbeard gritted his teeth, and Capsize guided the boat towards the rocky beach until the bottom of the boat nearly scraped the seabed.

“Eyes on the prize.” Redbeard ordered. “We’re here for milady, nothing more.”

As Jordan vaulted over the side of the boat and landed in the water with a splash, he mulled over the meaning of the song. It had started off as soft and sweet, but the longer he listened the more it lost its hold on him. For whatever reason, the sirens weren’t able to reel him in like the legends told.

He glanced at a group of three sirens who had begun to slowly approach him and scowled. Their perfect faces fell into perplexed frowns.

“Hello Captain.” One of them spoke finally, pale grey eyes staring into his own. “Care to take a swim? I promise we won’t bite…”

“I want no business with you.” Jordan replied shortly. “Leave me be.” He pulled his sword out of its sheath ever so slightly, and they stopped their approach, hissing slightly.

“Do our voices not tempt you, pirate?” The grey-eyed one spoke again. “Come on Captain, live a little.”

Jordan studied their faces, analyzing their perfect, feminine features before shaking his head. “Please leave me alone.” He drew his sword. The siren arched one perfect eyebrow, before turning her back on him. She swam off, and the others reluctantly followed.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. The siren’s magic hadn’t worked on him, clearly, and while he was grateful for that it was still confusing. He plodded through the shadows before emerging onto the rocky beach. Tide pools dotted the rocks and sand here and there; some shallow and small, and others deeper and much wider across. The smaller ones were a safer bet, and Jordan wasted no time searching for the oysters that would (hopefully) contain the right pearls that Ianite wished for.

The setting sun cast pink light on the black rocks as Jordan began to pull oysters out of the pool and stuff them in the bag he carried with him. He’d gathered maybe a dozen or so when the singing started up again. He immediately stopped, spellbound.

Whatever the siren’s songs had lacked before, it certainly did not lack that now. The song was smooth, flowing easily across the rocks and echoing off the cliff walls. Jordan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to pinpoint the location of the sounds that soothed his very soul with their words.

The song spoke to him of smooth seas, of warm grass on bare feet, and the feeling of a cool breeze on a hot summer day in the city. Jordan felt almost as if he was floating, as if the song had erased the laws of existence entirely. The song was both familiar and unlike anything he’d ever heard.

In a daze, he dropped the oyster he had in his hand. He needed to know where the song was coming from. Someone called his name, but he didn’t have time to pay attention to that. The siren was singing, and he needed to find them.

Jordan’s eyes fastened upon a cave leading into the far cliff wall. Immediately, he knew that was where he needed to be. Again, he heard someone call his name. Again, he ignored them and continued on. The closer he got to the cave, the more the tone of the song changed. While from a distance the song sounded pleasant and soft, the nearer he came the more it began to take on a sad, almost pitiful aura.

When Jordan splashed into the knee-high water that filled the bottom of the cave, the singing abruptly stopped. His mind snapped back to being rational once more and he blinked, staring around at the interior of the cave. The song momentarily forgotten, he stared at the rows upon rows of oysters that marked the waterline. Well, as long as I’m here, I might as well…

Jordan began to pick oysters once more, oblivious to his surroundings as he focused once more on the task at hand. When a hand tentatively closed around his ankle, he jumped and nearly dropped the bag as he drew his sword and spun around in a panic.

The siren that had snuck up on him backed off, eyes wide as it retreated into the very back of the cave. Immediately, Jordan knew it was the siren who had sung to him earlier. “Whoa, whoa, I’m not going to hurt you.” Jordan said, watching as the siren hid its face from him and trembled in the corner. “See?” He said, slowly sheathing his sword again and showing his empty hands.

The siren had retreated almost all the way out of the water, back into the very end of the cave. The scales that melded into its chest shone weakly in the light of the setting sun. Even from a distance Jordan could tell there was something off about the half-humanoid creature in front of him.

“Who are you?” He asked softly taking a couple hesitant steps closer. Finally, the siren raised its head and looked at him. Jordan’s breath caught in his throat. Golden-brown eyes stared up at him tentatively, the face they were set in framed by short hair the color of the ocean on a sunny day. Most surprisingly, however, was that the face was distinctly masculine.

“There are male sirens?” Jordan asked, astonished. The siren in front of him nodded, eyes never leaving his face. “I didn’t know.”

“I’m the only one here.” The siren finally spoke, and Jordan’s knees nearly gave out at the sound of his voice. He took another hesitant step forward, and when the siren didn’t flinch away he sat down on a rock nearby. “Most male sirens die of starvation within a year of their birth. They kept me alive because the species cannot survive without at least a little genetic variation.”

Jordan’s heart squeezed painfully as he noticed the ribs sticking out of the siren’s bare chest and how the hollows of his cheeks cast shadows over his otherwise-perfect face. He was still breathtakingly beautiful, but Jordan could not begin to imagine what horrors he had been through. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts

“What is your name?” Jordan asked breathlessly, attempting to learn more about the siren who had gradually begun to stop hiding from him.

“…a name? I don’t have one.” The siren frowned.

“You need one.” Jordan decided. “How about… Tom?”

“Tom…” the siren tested the name out, the human name sounding foreign on it’s tongue. “I like that. Nobody ever bothered to give me a name before.”

“Nice to meet you Tom. I’m Jordan. Jordan Maron.”

“Jordan. Hm. I suppose you were here after the pearls like everyone else?”

“My lady Ianite needed them. Myself and a few other pirates were sent on a journey to retrieve them.” Outside, Capsize yelled his name. Jordan cursed, closing his eyes. “It was an urgent mission, I’m afraid.”

“You’re leaving?” Tom’s face fell. “Very well, go in peace. And I don’t suppose I’ll ever see you again, will I?”

Jordan paused, considering the siren in front of him. Before the mission, he’d never felt a tie to anyone greater than that which he had to his goddess. Now, however, it seemed that the blue-haired siren had stolen a part of him away.

“Jordan, we need to go!” Capsize yelled from somewhere nearby the mouth of the cave.

“Here, take this.” Tom said, grabbing Jordan’s hand and slipping something into it. When he opened his hand, a coin-sized pearl shone brightly in his palm. “It’s something to remember me by, if you’d like.”

“This isn’t goodbye.” Jordan stated firmly. “I’ll be back for you. I’m going to get you help. Milady and I will work something out.”

“Jordan! There’s a storm coming!”

“Be safe.” Tom said. Then he paused. “Come here.” Jordan leaned in a bit closer as Tom’s voice dropped to a whisper.

The siren’s lips met his own, the kiss lasting mere moments that seemed to stretch into infinity. When they parted, the taste of salt lingered on Jordan’s tongue. “They say a siren’s kiss brings good fortune at sea.” Tom whispered, dropping his gaze.

“I’m coming back for you.” Jordan said as he scrambled to his feet.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”