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amaranthineghost · 4 months

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Hiiiii!!!

Can you write smth where lando and his gf try this chocolate which makes you horny and see how long they can go without touching each other

| HIS HANDS TOUCH ME LIKE MY SKIN IS STICKY, HE'S GLUED TO ME ( lando norris. ) |

ꕥ pairing: lando x reader

ꕥ summary: lando and his girlfriend try special chocolate and make it a competition to see who will lose first, and he's struggling to resist the urge to touch her.

ꕥ authors note: sorry this took so long to write, I was super busy and I don't know why this took me so long to make it half decent to read. i also wrote part of this with my new apple pencil! So that was super cool, but also weirdly difficult since my hand writing is slightly tragic.

ꕥ warnings: smut

FUCK, IT WAS HARD. he couldn't take it. he couldn't take the girl that sat across from him on the couch, lying perfectly on her stomach as if she didn't need him as bad as he needed her. after all, it was her plan, her bet, yet he'd been the one suffering.

clearly he had massively underestimated her, something he didn't do often. but he didn't expect her to be this nonchalant after eating the special chocolates she'd presented to him. he didn't expect her to have seemingly no reaction, or at least act like she didn't.

because he was going insane. he didn't expect the simple chocolate square she fed him to have such an effect on him, feeling the material of his pajama pants becoming tighter with every passing minute, and she appeared fine.

it hadn't even been 15 minutes since she challenged him to the bet and he was already a mess. she hadn't even done anything either, all she did was lie on the couch with her phone in her hands.

he wasn't sure how long he'd last. surely it couldn't be much longer with the thoughts of filth in his head, desperate to give him something to elevate his chances of outlasting her. it was unlikely, the dirty thoughts all consisted of her, and it aided him in no way, only hindering his ability to resist her.

fuck, he didn't expect it to be this agonizing, her skin was simply taunting him as she wore short shorts and a shirt she'd cut the collar off of, exposing the skin of her collarbone. her hair draped down her back, begging to be tangled in his veined hands as he forced himself down her throat, fuck. all he needed was her pretty, pink lips wrapped around the problem she caused when she first presented him with the special sweets.

his hips rolled against the couch at a desperate attempt to get comfortable with the aching bulge in his pants that he needed to be resolved so badly by her. a groan almost escaping past his throat at the friction of his pants. he hoped she didn't notice.

she did. she'd noticed because her vision was hyperfocused on his movement in her peripheral, watching every twitch in his body and every bounce in his leg. she felt the lingering eyes on her body, she knew he needed her, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't need him as much as he did, if not more.

the heat was uncomfortable between her thighs as she tried to ignore the effects of the sweets they'd eaten earlier as a challenge. because how else should they spend their time together other than trying to resist each other’s touch? she had tried to remain stoic as she saw the desperacy that’d become in his pants, a problem she knew only she could solve without leaving him aching for more.

he couldn’t satisfy himself with his own right hand, it wouldn’t be enough. he knew that and so did she—it was dangerous information she’d so quickly learnt after only a few nights in bed.

so seeming as he’d be unable to satisfy his troubles, it had made the challenge all the more agonizing. though it hadn’t been against the rules to take care of themselves, he wouldn’t. they only had one rule: don’t touch each other. so simple yet so torturous for the young driver when his girlfriend was this tempting.

he ached to feel her around him, in any way at this point because he so badly wanted to see her on her knees in front of him, turning red from the carpet underneath her, wanting to wrap her hair in his hands.

he didn't know what to do other than to sit and suffer as he tried to get some sort of stimulation to hold him until she caved. He hoped she would because he didn't know how much longer he could last before he'd ruin her. the image in his mind as he'd picture the scenario of her beneath him. But it wouldn't be long.

she stood up, so abruptly he nearly lost his breath. she finally caved, he thought in utter relief. he almost sighed, he was so relieved she'd been the one to lose. but she hadn't when she walked right past where he sat on the couch. he nearly lost his mind, he was so desperate and she passed right by him like she didn't even care.

she returned with a bottled water in hand, completely undisturbed by the very disturbed lando she would almost walk by, almost. He reached out with his hands, digging into her sides when she reappeared, she yelped, caught off-guard with his hasty actions. he'd pull her into his lap, the water bottle falling to the carpet as her back pressed into his chest.

he groaned lowly into her ear when her ass pushed against his bulge, grasping the flesh of her waist so tightly, he watched the skin turn red under his fingertips, and fuck did it turn him on even more. if that was possible. the friction caused by the clothes acting as a barrier caused his hips to buck against her.

he needed her, in any way he could get, he wanted to be selfish. so when he muttered in a raspy voice, "on your knees, pretty girl," she obliged, seeing as she wanted to please him in any way she could, especially since she hadn't been the one to lose.

she slipped from his lap, the skin of her knees digging into the rug. she watched him fumble with the waistband of his pants, he was desperate and she had all the power over him in the moment. she knew he was at her will.

she reached up to where he struggled with pulling the elastic down, wrapping her finger over the hem and pulling down his pajama pants and boxers painfully slow. she savored the moment, he wanted her to end his prolonged suffering.

past his thighs, down to his knees, and eventually piling at his ankles. he was hard, precum seeping down his shaft to show he'd been waiting too long. he sucked in a breath at the contact with the cold apartment air.

she ran her hands up his thighs, watching the goosebumps follow her cold hands. she controlled his pleasure. all while keeping eye contact, filled with lust and tension. when her hands reached his cock, she teased him by running a single finger down his hard length inciting a curse from his mouth and the movement in his hips. her other arm came to rest against the skin above his knee, the bone of her elbow pressing into the muscle.

she didn't tease him for long because what comes around, goes around. she didn't need him torturing her in the near future so she spit into the palm of her hand, though she thought it was most likely unnecessary for her to do. wrapping her hand around him caused the groan in his throat to escape past his lips.

he was a mess in her hands, strings of moans escaping his mouth with every slow stroke of his cock. he begged for her to pick up the pace, give him more.

so she figured she would, moving her hand ever so slightly faster, running her thumb across his tip before she leaned her head close to his cock, giving him kitten licks that left saliva down his shaft. she felt the moment his hand finally found her hair, tangling his fingers as he closed his hand in a fist.

she changed from small grazes with her tongue to kissing back up to his tip. she slowly swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. it caused lando to throw his head back, his neck on full display with his adam's apple bobbing with every noise of pleasure.

with his hand in her hair, he pushed her down further on his cock so now her mouth was full of him. she squeaked against him, and he groaned loudly at the vibrations through his hard length, "fuck-"

he let out curse after curse as she sucked him off, hollowing her cheeks around his shaft which incited him to pull her further down by her hair, her nose nearly meeting the skin above the base of his cock. he could feel the struggle in her throat, praising her accordingly, "fuck-you take me so well, pretty girl." he'd hold himself down her throat only momentarily, he didn't want to hurt her too much.

when she pulled back, she panted heavily as the only thing that connected them was the trail of saliva from bottom lip to his tip. her face was reddened and flushed, a result of the move he just pulled. he removed the hand lost in her hair, moving to caress the side of her head instead.

he patted his thigh for her to return to the original position they found themselves in. she was confused though, he didn't cum so why was he telling her to sit back on his lap? she’d find out.

she’d find out when she stood before him, seeing he still wore his shirt but the bottom had ridden up his abs. her stomach flipped at the sight of his happy trail that led to his erection. she stood still because she didn't know what else to do.

he reached behind her and pulled her by the backs of her thighs onto his bare lap. he cursed when her clothed heat grinded against his cock, his hands grasping her waist as he rolled her hips against him, hearing the small moans that left her lips. he smirked at how easily he could rile her up without doing much.

he sighed when she ran her frigid hands up his abs and under his shirt to his chest. she trailed them back down to the hem before peeling the material from his body while his hands remained firm on her hips. only for a second did he lift his hands to remove his shirt. the only thing that remained was his silver chain.

when his hands returned to her sides, his fingers disappeared under her top, feeling the hidden skin before he slowly pulled it from her body. he swore he felt himself get harder at the sight of her exposed chest, already finding himself fondling her flesh.

but he soon remembered how desperate he was. he didn't have the patience to take her shorts off, watching her face as he pushed aside the cloth, hearing her hiss at the coolness though quickly replaced when he ran a couple of fingers across her cunt. she nearly threw her head back, just as he had done.

they didn't have time to mess around though as their already decently high sex drive had increased ten fold, hormones running at an all time high. so he wanted to waste no time, hastily dragging his fingers covered in her slick down his tongue. when he lined up his cock to her heat, pushing her down on him. a raspy moan escaped past his lips as he watched himself disappear past her folds. fuck, it was exhilarating feeling her walls around him, it always was.

as badly as he wanted it, he'd let her do the work. initially, she had just rolled her hips to create the friction they both craved from each other. but her movements were practically effortless, not costing her a heavy breath, it just simply wasn't enough.

despite the moans he'd let out, he needed more. he halted her movements, feeling her clench around him at the sudden lack of pleasure. instead he guided her up and down on his cock, lifting her so slowly then slamming her back down until he completely filled her, groaning lowly at the scream he'd caused to leave her lips. their skin lewdly slapped together as he'd continue the movements for her, eventually sitting back to watch as she bounced on his cock.

"you’re so pretty on my cock, darlin' " he'd praised, "such a good slut for me."

fuck, was it a glorious sight that'd been for his eyes only, watching her use his cock to pleasure herself. that’s what he liked to think because it got him off to see her enjoying herself, by any means. constant moans and occasional curses followed by his name, he could've come undone right as his name left her lips.

he noticed the staggered pace, how heavily her bare chest rose and fell, how she struggled to keep the momentum he'd set for her. by pushing her back, she pressed against him, face buried in his neck as her moans breathed across her skin. he’d wrap both arms around the small of her back to steady her, jutting his hips sharply upwards, followed quickly by her screams of pleasure as he plowed into her until she came hard on his cock, his thrust slowing to a halt.

they laid still for a while, his cock still stuffed inside of her as she stayed on him. the sweat on their skin mixing and the only sound that could be heard was the recovery of their breaths. peeling her body from his, he stood and didn't reach far to grab the previously disregarded water bottle, pushing it into her hand.

he disappeared, though not for long as he came back with a damp rag and clean clothes for both of them. he gently parted her legs, first cleaning her inner thighs before ever so slightly across her sensitive clit, causing her to cry out softly.

“shhh,” he shushed her as he continued more gently this time.

“this was your doin’, love."

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Yandere Pyramid Headcanons

Warnings: Possessive Behaviour, Unhealthy Behaviour, Pyramid also exists in the version of Silent Hill before the Church Bell Rings, Mention of Physical Attack on Reader, No Pronouns used for Reader Except ‘You’.

Possessive ahh monster man.

Keeps you in a safe, isolated location far from the epicentre of the town so that the only monster you’re at risk of is him.

Scary dog privileges :>

Does anything and everything you ask him to, no matter how trivial the task. Unless you ask him to let you go outside.

Even if the other creatures aren’t wandering around and prowling the streets at that moment, he refuses to let you out.

Unless you give him the puppy dog eyes, which, to his absolute confusion, he found himself unable to resist.

But only once.

You used Pyramid’s weakness for cuteness against him and, when he heard a sound in the distance – the all-too familiar ringing of church bells – and turned to face the origin, you took your chance to escape.

You knew the monsters would come as the world around you peeled, revealing a hellish, rust-ridden, infested reality which, in your terror-stricken state, you didn’t think you’d be around long enough to be at risk of.

Of course, you were cornered.

Of course, just as you were about to become a commemorative name and face on a t-shirt at the hands of a monstrosity, Pyramid Head stepped in and wiped that jittering, straight-jacketed bastard off every map there was, physical and spectral.

Much like the very day he met you. Took you (for what purpose, you still do not know).

He’s never let you out of his sight since.

Keeps you by his side when he’s on a supply run since he can’t trust you to remain in the safety of whatever building he’s fortified.

You might not know it, given his involuntarily stoicism, but Pyramid Head is constantly watching you.

Sure, you may get the feeling you’re being watched, but in a town like Silent Hill, that’s practically a birthright.

And besides, Pyramid doesn’t have any eyes…you think ? So how can he possibly be watching you ?

If you try to chance your arm and run away, he uses his knife as a deterrent.

Slams it down right where you’d be if you had been a second quicker.

He’d never hit you. Not intentionally.

His strength and eternity of wielding the blade makes it as easy to control it as if it were his arm, or an extra limb.

But you don’t need to know that.

He’s lowkey a sucker for physical contact btw.

Once, he found you standing closer to him than usual when the day grew particularly cold.

He wasn’t sure what you were doing at first until you flat-out muttered about “How frigid” it was.

Clouds seemed to form before your face, a human anomaly Pyramid hadn't witnessed this close before. If ever.

This man has no clue how to help you, so he just kind of watched as you gave him a wide-eyed look and, quivering, approaching him as if he were a feral dog (why did you look so scared of him…?), leaned against his side.

He shifted, jumped, stepped back.

What was this feeling ?

His heart spiked, his skin prickled.

Alarmed, you sprang back, and he couldn’t articulate the response to tell you to stay, come back, I’m sorry.

When the two of you finally resumed your journey to nowhere, he walked a little closer to you, inching nearer every few minutes until his hand brushed your side.

And you didn’t pull away :> !

Eventually, when you grew tired, you settled in a decrepit little room that, much like the rest of the town, looked as if it would fall apart if you so much as gave it a mean look.

In a rare act of humanity, Pyramid sat beside you.

And he damn near jumped out of his skin (again) when, unprovoked, you leaned against him.

He made sure not to spook you. Not again.

He couldn’t handle that wounded stare you’d given him earlier. It made him feel…weak. Vulnerable. Human.

And he did not enjoy it.

Well, that's what he thought at first. Before the warmth of something unidentifiable settled in his chest.

From then on, he started taking you out during the colder hours of the day just for the chance to have your skin brush against his.

And each time, that feeling, that tightness in his chest, would spark, set him alight with a fluttering sensation he'd never known before he found you.

Until you got sick. Then he toned it down a little.

But only because he couldn’t enjoy his solitary walks to where he knew medicine lay, too concerned with wondering why you were jerking, and why you sounded like you were roaring whenever you opened your mouth and your eyes squeezed shut, or why liquid would pour out of your nose.

Bless him, he doesn’t know what a cold – or sickness – is. But he does know that, when you lay on top of him and basically used him as your bed, curling up on his chest, he thought he’d seen light.

Real light.

Has resisted the urge to try and make you ill again just for that purpose.

Luckily, your random acts of affection – hand holding (or finger holding, since your entire hand could wrap around one of his fingers), nuzzling, leaning on him, saying “Thank you” whenever he returned with the supplies – keeps his unhealthy tendencies at bay.

Well, most of them at least.

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ode2rin · 9 months

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US, AGAIN .ೃ

pairing. itoshi sae x gn!reader

genre. second chance (exes back to lovers!) | a bit of small town romance | a sprinkle of childhood friends to lovers (past) | angst with a happy ending

in which: itoshi sae returns to the only place on earth he vows to never set foot again.

💭 flashbacks are italicized and indented :>

Six years.

In those six long years of his absence, you couldn't deny that you rehearsed countless scenarios of encountering him upon his return.

If by chance he still wanted to see you, or even look at you, you imagined giving him a small smile, a carefully crafted facade of composure, before gracefully walking away, as if life had moved on effortlessly for both of you.

That’s what you imagined. Just walk away, like how life went on for the both of you.

But reality never seemed to align with your reveries. The sight of him wasn't remotely serene enough to prompt a composed exit. Seeing him made your throat tighten, and your heart danced in a rhythm only he could create.

Six damn years had passed since you last saw him on that balcony, and now, with him back in town, avoiding him seemed like the only right thing to do.

You don’t know how long he’ll be here, but it is now your life mission to avoid him at all cost. Today's encounter was just an unfortunate event—an inevitable twist of fate. Their house was literally right in front of your family's, making it hard to escape the nearness of the past.

“So, he’s back in town?”

Hari's voice, your co-worker and now a dear friend, snapped you back from the reverie of yesterday's memories. The sound of her voice broke through the nostalgic haze, pulling you back to the present.

“What?”

“I asked if your childhood friend who is also a superstar slash professional athlete slash your only ex is back,” she mischievously asked, even miming quotation marks to emphasize each title she created.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head at her antics. Your gaze drifted to the freshly baked pastries, their delightful aroma greeting your senses like a warm embrace as you artfully displayed them on the shelves. The familiar scent of coffee and delightful confections used to calm you, but now it mingled with the storm of emotions inside.

“Yeah, it's basically the talk of the town. He's famous after all,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant and still focused on your work, using it as a shield to hide your vulnerability.

But in reality, the sight of him earlier had caught you off guard, and you had turned the other way to avoid him. Your heart was still racing from the almost encounter, and the comforting ambiance of your coffee shop provided little solace.

“Did he see you?”

“I pray to all saints that he didn’t,” you deadpanned, your facade of composure beginning to falter.

“What did he look like now?”

You hesitated, your mind flashing back to that fleeting glimpse of him earlier.

Far from what was once mine. “Good.”

“That’s it? Good?”

No. He looked gorgeous. He looked painfully gorgeous.

“What do you want me to say?” you countered, throwing a side glance to her persistence.

In that fleeting moment, you caught a glimpse of how much he had changed. He looked undeniably handsome, lean, and with a certain maturity that hadn't been there before.

He… looked different.

And that's good—for you and for him. It meant that life there treated him well, and it eased some of the lingering guilt you carried.

You and Hari fell into a consuming silence, your backs turned away from each other. Even with closed eyes, you sensed that she wanted to ask something. You didn't want to initiate the conversation, but this suffocating silence had to go.

As you stepped behind the counter, you were met with Hari's concerned eyes and a voice laden with hesitation. “What are you going to do then?” she carefully asked.

You pressed your lips together, momentarily at a loss for words.

So you did what you do best: mask hurting with laughter.

“Is there anything I should do?” you paused, the sound of your fake laughter ringing in your ears. “It's been years. We made a choice.”

But Hari wasn't ready to let the matter rest, and you don’t know how to tell her you’re close to calling it a day. “You made a choice for him,” she countered gently, her tone filled with empathy.

Stunned was an understatement. Caught off guard would be an apt description. But speechless was exactly how you felt.

That, you couldn't mask with anything.

So you did what you weren’t best at: admitting the truth.

“And I’ll do it again,” you whispered in return. It was faint, because it was more for you than more of a reply to her.

You were both young, and half oblivious to what it would be like outside, where the world wasn’t painted in golden hues and the gentle waves were replaced by blaring cars.

You were both seventeen, young and living for the hope of it all.

But you lived for days like those – days where both of you just had to be kids still. No worries, no voices of what might come.

“Tell me about your dreams, Sae.” “Tch. You already know about it.”

You did. All of it, you knew. Since you were kids, no one knew him like you did. You were his lover and confidant. You knew about it, all too well and all too much.

“Come on!” you persisted, giving him an enthusiastic look. “The sky looks so pretty in this sunset, I want it to know about us.” The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over the beach as you and Sae sat side by side in the sand. The sound of gentle waves caressed your ears, creating a serene backdrop for your beach date. He hesitated for a moment, looking out at the horizon. Then there it was, a glint of determination flashed in his usually reserved eyes. “To be the best striker in the world.” You couldn't help but be captivated by the sight. It was the first time you had seen such an unusual spark in his eyes. Sae's gaze was often cold and impersonal, but now it was as if stars were hanging in his eyes, reflecting the infinite possibilities of his dreams. Sae is handsome, mysteriously beautiful even. But this, nothing will beat how dreamy he looks when he speaks of his craft. You liked this look on him - so ambitious, so driven. It made your heart flutter with admiration. Seeing this glint in his eyes right now, you knew you wanted to do anything in your power to let it stay there.

And you did, you held on and held out. Until you turned nineteen, when you had let him go to the big cities where he rightfully belonged.

You smiled, a genuine, heartwarming smile, and leaned in to press a tender kiss on his cheek. “I’m sure you will be the best.”

Maybe you bit off more than what you could chew, but in the end, you’d do it all over again. Because what you did, the choice you made – it was for the best.

You were both nineteen, young and eager to grasp the world's offerings with hopeful hands.

But despite the certainty you tried to hold onto, there were nights when the memories tugged at your heartstrings like it did now. You knew it was the right choice, that you both needed to chase your dreams separately — especially his dreams. But it didn't erase the whispers of what-ifs that occasionally crept into your mind.

But life — life went on. Life never waits for anyone, anyway. And so, you worked diligently to craft a future that no longer had room for regrets.

But love leaves echoes, and his presence back in town stirred those dormant feelings. With him being in the same place, you felt like a stranger in your own town.

It was easier when he was thousands of miles away, an untouchable star on a different horizon. But now, with the universe conspiring to bring you close again, you couldn't help but feel like a wanderer in the galaxy of memories you built together.

After all, everything here in this town is about you and him.

Six years.

Was it that long? He couldn’t really tell. Maybe time really does pass fast when your life is falling apart.

It has been six years since Sae has sat on the balcony of his childhood home. And like the sick bastard fate was, he’s welcomed by the sight of your horrified yet still so damn fucking beautiful face.

Perhaps the saints you prayed to didn’t hear any of your pleas, because despite calling out to each one, Sae saw you.

There you were, a flicker in the periphery of his vision, desperately trying to avoid him. He was trained to be very aware of his field of vision, so there was no way he wasn’t able to notice your frantic leaving and the hurried closing of your house’s door as you noticed him.

He let you be, holding back the overwhelming desire to call out your name like he used to when both of you were running late to class. He let you be, because if you were to ask him, he wouldn’t know how to look you in the eye without a thousand words reflecting on his own.

[Attention, everyone. This is the final boarding call for passengers of flight 924 to Madrid, Spain. Again, this is the final –] “Sae, you’re going to miss your flight. They’re not coming.” No. “They’re not coming, Sae. You have to get on the plane.” No. No. Shut up.

He needed you there, more than anyone. A thousand people could cheer and show up for Itoshi Sae, but his eyes will always search the crowd for just one — just yours.

Yet, alas, you were nowhere to be found. And so, that very same day, Sae vowed to never come back to this place.

He hated this town and you, he’s convinced.

Sae had always been indifferent to a lot of people, everyone knew that. But never in a hundred years would anyone who knew you both think you’d be on that list. And deep down, he didn’t want to believe it either – until that day you decided not to show up when you promised you would.

He wasn't stupid. He had an inkling of why you did what you did. Yet, irrationality overpowered reason, and all he wanted that day was to run the distance between the airport and your house – to see your face, to remind you that he had plans, plans for both of you.

When Sae’s manager informed him that he needed to come home for a while to renew his passport, it was as if all of his suppressed recollections of this place – of you, came pouring out to his soul all at once.

Every street, every corner, every memory — they all threatened to consume him. His family, Rin, this town, and you – you were all the things he left behind for the dream.

Dream. Best Striker in the world. What did it even mean? Long ago, he thought he knew.

But it had to work. Everything had to work. He lost you for this dream. And if he loses it too, then what does that make him? A sore failure. And Sae was never known to be admissible to failing.

Whatever hell he encountered on the other side of the world, he swore he would never return home. Even when he was traversing across a path to ruin of being the person he thought he would be, he would never ever choose to come home.

Anywhere, but here. Anywhere, but home.

So there he was, the renowned glorious prodigy of japan. He was close to everything after countless mishaps.

He’s getting closer and closer to the new dream yet getting farther and farther away from home.

Home. What does it even mean? Lately, he doesn’t even know.

And after that day, no one ever mentioned your name to him. No one in his new world knew about you. No one knew how Itoshi Sae's world used to revolve around someone's soft smiles and easy eyes.

He never asked anyone not to mention you; he wasn't one to ask, after all. But for some reason, no one dared to. Not even Rin. It was as if one mention of you in his presence was a carefully crafted brick used to make his castles crumble to the ground.

He hated that, but maybe they were right. Because with just a second's worth of a glimpse of you from earlier, Sae indeed felt his castles crumbling, piece by piece.

He hates you, for making his resolve crumble. For being the one person who can make his vow to never look back fall apart.

He hates you, because everything in this forsaken place is about you and him. Memories of your shared youth are etched into the very walls and streets, haunting him like ghosts of a past he can't escape.

He hates you, for not trusting you two would work it out somehow, and for giving up before the game even began.

He hates you, because it was easier that way. Easier to pretend he didn't care, that you didn't matter, and that you were just another soul he knows a little too much of.

Sae could go on and on listing a hundred more, and yet he knows, only one of it was true – and that he hates you for making him convince himself that he does, just to cope with leaving half of his heart to the only place he vowed never to come back to.

It was a jinx to say that yesterday’s encounter was already an unfortunate event, because today, you literally learned a whole new degree of unfortunate and unlucky – by having Itoshi Sae as your first customer of the day.

“Welcome! How may I help you toda— S-Sae.”

And to even top it off, today was Hari’s day off. It meant that you’re currently alone in the same confined four-cornered room with the person you swore you would avoid like it’s your life mission.

Damn it, Hari. Of all days. Her day off really had to be today.

Itoshi Sae, in the goddamn flesh, is standing in your place two meters away from you, yet you’re having a hard time feeling your feet on the ground and your heart beating so damn loud.

He wasn’t looking at you (thank god), and had his eyes exploring the place with a neutral expression playing on his face. Suddenly, you feel like sixteen again back when he was looking at the first set of cookies you’ve ever baked and you were dying to hear what he thinks of your craft.

“It’s yours?”

You gulp.

You gulped down the urge to tear up with how much his voice changed. You gulped down the urge to cry because he assumed you had your dream turn into reality too.

“Yeah,” you replied in whisper, your eyes following where he was looking, trying to avoid any chance it will meet his, “it’s not much but —”

“It’s beautiful.” Even before Sae could hear your meek comment of yourself, he cut you off.

You were always like that —downplaying your hard work, belittling yourself even before someone does. He hated that about you.

He used to get mad at you for it, especially when someone made fun of you at school and you didn’t defend yourself. He always makes you cry whenever he points it out, so he stopped. Instead, he made it his role to rebuild your confidence. Sae wasn't known for being generous in compliments. It would probably take one hand to count all the instances that he genuinely called someone along the lines of not dumb, stupid, lukewarm.

But it was never the case with you. With you, to say beautiful was always a second nature to Sae's tongue.

And he wasn’t lying though. Your coffee shop was really charmingly cozy, and so like you. It’s so much alike to what you used to tell him how you envisioned it would be.

The coffee shop was a quaint haven nestled right at the edge of the sandy shore. Its exterior, adorned with weathered wooden panels and soft, warm hues, exuded a rustic charm that welcomed passersby with open arms. Sunlight spilled through large windows, casting gentle rays that danced upon the vintage, mosaic-tiled floor.

It’s beautiful, and it’s in front of our place. He wanted to say to you, but he stopped at beautiful not wanting to make things more awkward than it should.

The coffee shop, it’s right in front of the beach. It’s in front of that one spot you and him used to call ours.

It’s the first thing he noticed before coming inside, and it made him wonder whether you knew or he’s the only one who remembers it even now.

Bashful, you uttered a silent thank you to his remark, “What would you like to order?” you followed up, trying to maintain composure despite your heart racing in your chest.

Noticing that he’s been too silent for someone who’s about to order something, you looked up to your menu, and immediately, you understood his silence. If one were to point out, it is too immediate for someone who’s almost strangers to each other.

“We have non-caffeinated drinks too,” you hurriedly said to him, your voice quivering slightly as you tried to break the spell of awkward silence.

He gulps, his eyes locked with yours in a moment that felt like eternity.

He can’t drink coffee, it ruins his body clock, and you knew that. You still know that.

It appears that he's not the only one who remembers, after all.

A thousand emotions danced in his eyes, each one a testament to the love that once blossomed between you. The coffee shop, once a quaint haven, now felt like a crucible of emotions, and the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, heavy with the weight of what could have been.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn't look away, despite the rush of memories and unspoken words flooding your mind. It was as if time had folded in on itself, and you were once again those young souls who found solace in each other's presence.

But this was different, much more complicated. The past was a turbulent sea, and even though you had both moved on with your lives, there was still a deep, lingering connection that couldn't be severed.

Yet, you knew better than to let those emotions take control. You made a choice, you have to stand by it.

You were no longer the naive teenagers who believed love could conquer all. Reality had taught you both harsh lessons, and the wounds of the past still lingered, threatening to reopen with each stolen glance.

“I’ll have your best seller of it then,” he finally broke the silence, his voice steady despite the tempest inside.

With a nod, you turned to prepare his order, your hands trying to steady themselves. You couldn't help but wonder if he noticed the tremor in your fingers or the way your heart seemed to echo in every beat.

As you handed him his drink, your fingertips brushed lightly against his hand, and for a brief moment, the world stood still.

He took the cup from you, and for a fleeting moment, you both lingered, almost as if neither of you wanted to let go. He could stay in this, playing pretend. Pretend none of it happened, pretend he never left, pretend it worked out in the end.

But he can’t, not when you stepped back first, breaking the contact between you and reminding him of the choice you made.

“Thank you,” he managed to say, his voice softer now, filled with a hint of something even he couldn't quite decipher.

“You’re welcome,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

And just like that, the moment passed, slipping through your fingers like sand. He turned to leave, and you watched him walk away, every step taking him farther from the life you once shared.

Perhaps, in some parallel universe, there existed a version of you who chose differently, who stayed intertwined with him in a tale of love that defied all odds. But here, in this reality, both of you were no longer who you used to be.

In this universe, you're just some two ghosts standing in the place of you and him, haunted by the memories of what once was while trying to remember what it feels to have a heartbeat.

After Sae’s visit yesterday, saying that you weren’t doing fine would be a gross understatement.

Your emotions were all over the place, and you couldn't seem to find a stable ground for your thoughts. It didn't help when your parents casually mentioned that he was leaving town later today. Apparently, Mrs. Itoshi had a little gossip session with the neighbors, unknowingly revealing a piece of her oldest son's business.

He’s leaving, and that's good—for you and for him.

As you stood behind the counter of the coffee shop, you absentmindedly glanced out the window, your eyes drawn to the beach. The sight of the shore brought back a flood of memories.

Maybe in another life, the two of you could still dance along the sandy shore, playfully splashing water at each other. He would chase after you, catching hold of your waist as he sweeps you off your feet. And perhaps, just perhaps, you would have the chance to embrace him tightly once again, with your arms wrapped around his neck while you share a kiss as greedy and fiery as the sea’s yearning for the moon.

And maybe, in another life, your story wouldn’t end with both of you being strangers who know a little too much about each other.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the tears streaming down your cheeks until Hari whispered, “Y/N... you're crying.”

“Oh, I am,” you admitted, trying to regain your composure.

Your heart lurched as you tried to suppress the tears, but they kept flowing relentlessly. “Hari…” you whispered, shocked by your own emotional outpouring.

Hari's eyes reflected pity as she watched you, her voice soft and understanding. “Go,” she encouraged, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Get your man. I'll take care of everything here.”

The words hit you like a lifeline, a spark of hope igniting within you. You quickly removed your apron and grabbed your keys, determined to catch him before it was too late.

But before you could dash out, Hari's voice echoed through the shop, loud and clear, “Go! Be happy! And for the love of god, no more sacrifices as a love language!”

With one last glance at her and your coffee shop, you rushed out the door.

The airport seemed like a maze of bustling strangers as you frantically searched for the departure gates. Every passing second felt like an eternity, the fear of missing him consuming you.

Desperation and determination fueled your steps as you approached the flight attendant, your voice trembling, “Flight to Spain — I need to know about the flight to Spain for today.”

The attendant looked at you with sympathy, “I'm sorry, but all flights to Spain have already left. The last one left twenty minutes ago.”

Your heart sank, but you couldn't give up that easily. “Can you check again? Please. I-I need to see him. Please.”

The attendant double-checked, but the outcome remained unchanged.

Twenty damn minutes. You lost him in just that short amount of time.

Your heart shattered as you realized you had missed your chance. The desperation in your eyes was evident as you felt your world crumbling around you.

In the midst of the bustling airport, you allowed yourself to grieve for what could have been and for the chances you never took.

Six years ago, you were supposed to be here. And maybe if you did, you wouldn't find yourself six years after, wishing you did things differently.

The drive back felt like the longest journey of your life.

The sinking sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as you approached the familiar place. As you got closer, you noticed that the shop was already closed, and you assumed Hari had taken care of everything.

But what caught you off guard was the sight of Sae standing there, in front of your place, with a suitcase by his side, as if he were meant to be on a flight rather than standing there.

“You're here,” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest as you got closer.

“I’m here.”

“Why didn't you leave?” you asked.

Because I’m done convincing myself that I hate you, Sae hesitated to say. “Why did you go to the airport?” he countered instead, avoiding your question.

Because I’m done telling myself that I did the right thing.

There were so many things you wanted to say, but the words were caught in your throat. You bit your lip, not ready to answer his question just yet.

Impatient and desperate, Sae took his chances to ask you the only question that mattered to him at this point, “Tell me you don't love me anymore. I will go. I will do as you please. I just need to hear it from you.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden question, but Sae wasn’t done yet. “Answer me. It’s a yes or no question.”

Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, you couldn't hold back the torrent of words that poured from your heart.

“A yes or no question, you say? Every night, I think of you.”

With each word, your voice wavered, and you couldn't help but express the worries that had plagued you during his absence.

“Were you eating properly? Does the food there suit your liking? You’re a bit picky. Is it too hot there? Were you taking your supplements? Were you being hard on yourself again? Is... is there someone new? There must be, right?”

As the words left your lips, you realized just how much you had been consumed by thoughts of him, wondering about every aspect of his life, even when he was miles away from you.

His reaction to you holding forth seemed to intensify at your last question, but right now, you weren’t ready to listen to him. He needs to listen to you.

“Every single night of the past six years, I yearned for you. I yearned to have you close. I yearned to hold your face just once more. And fuck, I would’ve traded all my tomorrows for just one yesterday with you.”

With those words, the floodgates of emotion burst open, and tears streamed down your cheeks.

Fuck, six years. For six years, you held on and held out. Would it have been easier if both of you had tried, and along the way, lost? Would it have alleviated the pain of what-ifs and what could have been's if you had bargained, if you had gambled? Or would it all have led you right back to this moment, grappling with the same heartache and uncertainty?

Finally, meeting his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own emotions in his. But you weren’t done yet.

“And you dare ask me if I love you. Well, does that answer your fucking question, Itoshi?”

“Then, don’t cross it out. Don’t ever cross it out again.”

Cross what…out?

“I saw your letter,” Sae admitted, causing a momentary confusion to wash over you.

My letter… Bewildered, you couldn't form the right words, and he took it as a sign to continue, and to close the distance between you to hold your hands.

“Tell me, how could I leave after reading that, knowing the only soul who truly knew me was here? You own me, Y/N.”

“I told you countless times before, you own me,” Sae reaffirmed, his grip on your hand tightening as he drew it closer to his lips, planting tender kisses upon your skin.

“There was no one,” he continued, his words carrying a sense of reassurance. “And there's no other warmth comparable to yours that I'd ever let myself bask in. And if there's any, I'd be only fooling myself, pretending it was you instead.”

Sae's voice grew softer, yet resolute. “You own me, even when I'm on the other side of the world. You own me, Y/N. Even in the distance that separated us, even in the years that you claim I'm not."

He stepped closer, his eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. “No place can ever own me as much as you do. So, don't ever cross your I love you's to me. I want them – all. I don't want your sorry's.”

“But I’m sorry,” you whispered, for the last time. But Sae gently wiped away your tears.

“It's ‘I love you’ from now on.”

For a moment, you both stayed like that, trying to make up for the lost time. Sae, much like you, dreamed of the day he gets to hold you close once again. He dreamed of a day he gets to watch the sunset from the reflection of your eyes again.

Sae could go on and on listing a hundred more reasons why he shouldn't be standing here, and yet he knew, only one of it was true – and that he hated himself for convincing himself that he shouldn't be here – to you, in his hometown.

Sae may have vowed to never come back to this place, but it was always a lie, because for all he knew, it's the only place he truly belonged. Half of his heart was left here, with you.

“Come on,” Sae said, and you followed him, curiosity in your eyes.

“Where are we going?”

“There,” Sae pointed to the beach, your spot, specifically. “To our place. The sky looks pretty, and I want it to know about us, again.”

“Us... again?” you asked hesitantly.

“If you would take me back.” Sae answered, a hint of fear in his eyes, afraid that he might be assuming this second chance for the two of you.

You took his hand in response, and squeezed it three times. “I want nothing more than to be with you, again.”

Without any more words, Sae gently cupped your cheeks, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The touch of his fingers was both familiar and new.

In the fading light of the day, his eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as you leaned closer to each other, your breath hitched as his warm breath mingled with yours.

His lips were soft against yours, and as they moved with a tenderness that mirrored the way he held you, it was as if he was trying to convey everything he had ever wanted to say to you in that one, passionate moment.

The kiss deepened, and you could feel the intensity of his emotions pouring into it. It was a kiss that spoke of all the words left unsaid, of all the nights spent missing each other, and of all the dreams of a future together.

Feeling the tears streaming down your cheeks, Sae pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. And in that moment, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be – here.

To you, in his hometown.

💭 thank you for the request saetorinrin! (i owe you a lot for your patience i guess..)

note. hi. if you’ve been here before, you might know that i hate this trope with a burning passion, i just can’t write it for the life of me. i started this in may (and only had the guts to finish it this month lmao), i was so tempted to delete everything and start from scratch (for the nth time) but i think i owe it to myself to retain most of what i wrote when i was stranded on an island xd this isn’t my best, that, i know for sure. but i hope you’ll still like it !

💌 if you reached this part, and you want to know about reader’s letter that sae’s was referencing, here it is. you may or may not read this, it won’t really matter. but if you want to, click until the end :>

💭 back to: milestone event

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Sorry but I have returned with a part 3 of Klarion is Dan

So Danny is still having you know conversations with the entire RedRobin Young Justice team

When Tim sneaks away to go talk to the Justice League outside he's holding a few kryptonite cookies in his pockets then starts explaining to the Main Justice League on how yeah Klarion bought our trust with gifts so we can pretend to be his friend so he could make his mom happy Klarion's Mom he's is the nice creepy person I have ever meet so can y'all just got to play along

Clues the main Justice League playing along with Klarion being their sidekicks friend after a while Danny finds a way to pull up his scrapbook too also Danny and Clark have started speaking country to each other it's hilarious amazing

Batman in the end like a party pooper reveal that is Klarion is one of the enemy of the Young Justice it makes Young Justice along with Klarion sad for two different reasons for the Young Justice because Klarion's mom is really cool and Klarion cuz he feels like he is disappointing his mom

Danny after a while had a feeling that Klarion made friends like himself back when he was a teenager

A bit late but I finally had the time to write this down, without work stress or a migraine / headache torturing my brain! Hope i didn't make you wait to long! Either way I love this, sooo lets go! Part 3! Here we come!

Also thanks so much for the ask! This was inspiring since I have been struggling with writing the past weeks.

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Danny was really enjoying his time an conversations with the children. He liked them, even if one of them was a speedster. And he could see that they were good for Dan, now Klarion. Danny had always been worried about his time clone / son. Klarion had no longer been as connected to Sam and Tucker as Danny was. Sure Jazz, Ellie and him, as well as Vlad had been there for him. But Danny knew himself and through that he also knew Dan in a way only Vlad could understand. They had been worried. But when Dan got deaged and choose to go by Klarion Danny's worries had become lighter. Especially when Klarion started to tell stories from the Dimension he had chosen to live in when he wasn't at home. One that was unlike their own home dimension but still similar enough so he wouldn't have troubles adjusting.

Danny smiled like any proud mother would as he watched the four heroes interact with his son. He could see it, Klarion had recreated friendships for himself outside of who he used to be in a different timeline. That alone lifted so many of Danny's worries for the boy. A chuckle escaped him as he once again watched Klarion snatch a green glowing cookie from Red Robin, glaring daggers before he jumped across the table in an attempt to tackle Impulse who was now also reaching for the green cookies. The speedster as expected easily dodged him.

He knew something was going on. Klarion has created a barrier right as Impulse had returned earlier from his 'bathroom break' and he could feel presence outside of his son's front door. One of them feeling funnily similar to one of many the soul contracts that had been laying on his desk for months now, ignored on purpose. But Danny choose to ignore it for the moment. If the kids were up to something than he was the least adult to stop them. So instead he when he saw his boy so distracted, Danny smiled towards Wonder Girl, reaching into a quickly opened portal next to him. "So about the picture you wanted to see earlier."

Danny smiled mischievously like any parent would at a chance to embarrass their child. But also noticing how Red Robin used the chance of Klarion chasing after Impulse and the Kryptonite Cookies in his hands to stuff a couple of the green cookies into his own pockets as well as one into his mouth. Danny suppressed a laugh, as he kept conversation with Wonder Girl flowing.

Superboy was right by Red Robins side as the boy pounded his fist against his own chest in surprise, but also refused to spit the cookie out. Once he swallowed the kid stuck out his tongue a look of wonder. "Have you ever tasted something that felt like sugar coated in love and care sprinkled with calming emotions but had a weird but not bad after taste of sewer water?! I will never be able to look at the Lazarus Pits the same anymore!" the caped teenage hero whined towards his Kryptonian friend and Danny couldn't help it any longer as he burst out laughing.

"That's a Description I have never heard before! Sam likes to say their taste like actual Rainbow puke and Tucker is still trying to convince me that they taste like he was dared to lick a motherboard but one was coated in the finest meats!" Klarion instantly froze in his chase after Impulse and pointed glaring at Red Robin as both Wonder Girl and Impulse now appeared very tempted to actually try the Kryptonite cookies too. "You didn't!"

"I did." Red Robin grinned fearless, the way Tucker used to when he had hacked into the GIWs servers when they were kids.

"DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!" Red Robin yelped as Klarion jumped at him over the couch table to wrestle with the other boy as if to make him spit out any green glowing cookie reminds that could be there. "You mortals are idiots!"

Danny blinked and laughed as a little Chaos (Ha! His sons favorite past time) broke out with Wonder Girl, Superboy and Impulse trying to help Red Robin against Klarion only for them to get pulled into the little wrestling match too. With Klarion occupied with the other three as well as trying to stop Impulse from also shoving a green glowing cookie into his mouth he noticed from the corner of his eyes how Red Robin snuck away.

Batman looked ready to strangle John Constantine as he glared at the Justice League Dark member currently working on removing the barrier. This was taking to long in his opinion. Their kids were in there with a highly dangerous being and one of their enemies. This wasn't a situation to take lightly. He growled and Superman patted his shoulder trying to calm him down.

"We will get in there Batman. Just calm down for now. I am sure they are doing all they can to remove the barrier." The Kryptonian said in a calming tone sharing a look with Wonder Woman and the Flash, who by now had rounded the apartment three times to see if there was a possible entry way not covered by a barrier. Batman only grunted again as the door to the appartement suddenly opened, their heads snapped instantly towards it to see Red Robin standing behind the barrier.

"Red Robin Report!" Batman instantly snapped marching forward but frowned as the barrier was blocking him from reaching the teen.

"Klarion's mother is a multidimensional being under the impression that Klarion is working with the Heroes in this impression and not against them. He is also known as the Ghost King ruler of the Infinite Reams. I am sure you are already updated on what the Infinite Realms are." The teen stated in a reporting tone the adult heroes were familiar with. "So far The Ghost King has not shown any hostility towards us or our dimension unprompted. He is rather nice and a good parent by all means. To not disappoint his mother Klarion abducted us so we could pretend to be his friends, in other words Klarion is in need of our help to keep his mother under the belief that he is working and friends with us."

Batman nodded, letting the information sink in. "Anything else?"

"Well, I would suggest to not become hostile ourselves and to play along for the time being." Red Robin offered his solution hoping that with his report their mentors were more willing to play along than with the way Impulse probably slammed the door in their faces. For one, they would get to have a longer time of a break and two, as long as they don't piss off Klarions mom they won't have to face an eldritch being probably ready to tear them appear to protect his child.

"You believe that to be the best course of action? What about the others?" Superman asked instead and the teens head turned a little to look at the Kryptonian. "We are all in agreement. We are also additionally in a position with this to fish for more information about Klarion."

He could see their mentors thinking as they were exchanging looks weighing the pros and cons of his suggestion.

"Constantine? You said that the Ghost King is a dangerous being that could destroy our dimension, correct?" Wonder Woman spoke up turning towards the magician.

"A Bloody fucking Tyrann that can rip us all a new one, mate." the Brite muttered annoyed with the situation.

"Then I guess keeping the Ghost King happy by humouring Klarion should be the best and most peaceful option we have at the moment." Flash added crossing his arms as he looked at the other JL members as they came to a silent agreement.

Hocked, Lined and Sinker. Red Robin thought for a brief moment with relief as the adults agreed to his suggestion. "That means no using spells behind our backs against the Ghost King too." The teen hero added though as he narrowed his eyes under his mask on John Constantine that was cursing under his breath but nodded.

"Great then I can tell Klarion-"

"Red Robin what are you doing out here?" Batman stiffened as white gloved hands rested on the teen hero's shoulders and they saw a white haired man, wearing a royal cape and a floating crown on his head, appearing by the door behind the teen.

"Oh I was just greeting our mentors, they came to check on us." Red Robin lied easily, not even flinching as the man had appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Batman had narrowed his eyes as he exchanged looks with Superman. They hadn't even noticed the man's approach.

"I see, please come in instead of standing out here." John Constantin gabbed as with the flick of his finger the man removed the magic barrier as if it was nothing and they heard a loud whine from inside the apartment of. "MOM IT FEELS WEIRD WHEN YOU DO THAT!"

"Sorry Klarion, baby!"

At that moment the adults realized that the man before them was the Ghost King.

The man lead them inside introducing himself as Danny as he guided Red Robin by his shoulders back to the couch to join the other teens again. The adult heroes where greeted by the image of Wonder Girl sitting on Impulse who was monopolising a photo book and Klarion being lifted into the air lion king style by Superboy flailing around. The teens and mentors blinked at each other several times before the teens continued like they weren't there, Red Robin joining them wanting in on getting to see the photo book that apparently contained 'baby' photos of Klarion.

"How about we leave the kids to themselves and have some coffee and cake by the dinner table?" The Ghost King, Danny, suggested and the adults mutely followed. They blinked as Danny opened a portal, Batman grunted as seeing similarities to something else in it, and reached into it. Danny heard his sisters distinctive "HEY!" Through it when he pulled out a cake from it to place on the table. The heroes couldn't help but sweat dropped, the cake was clearly not finished, it was only half way coated in cream and decorated.

"It's nice to meet the mentors of the friends my boy made in this dimension." Danny started to make small talk serving them coffee and each of them a slice of cake. "It's also nice to finally meet the guy that has sold his soul into so many pieces that I have an entire stack of paper work on my desk."

Constantine flinched, as he refused to make eye contact with the Ghost King who only chuckled. "Relax, I don't care about all these contracts. Most of them were even made before I took over as the King and the previous Ghost King... well lets just say he slept through all of his paperwork."

"Wait previous King?" The magician looked up now. "Mate are you telling me you aren't the bloody fucking Tyrann Ghost King?"

They watched as Danny rubbed his neck embarrassed. "Oh looks like the news didn't get to your Dimension yet, yea I dethroned that guy on accident and took over once I became an adult. Pops did say that it might take some time for all Dimensions to get updated on these kinda news..."

The four heroes looked stunned as they heard the Brite groan loudly thumping his head against the table muttering a "I need a whiskey."

"Oh its also nice to sort of meet my... Cousin or Niece from this Dimension whatever you would prefer more." Danny said to change the subject, looking towards Wonder Woman who blinked at him. "Cousin or Niece?"

"Yes I was Ghost Adopted by Clockwork, also known as Cronus, and Pandora. They speak a lot of praises about you, well every version of you." Danny smiled. There was an awkward moment of silence that Flash broke looking stunned at Wonder Woman. "You never told us you were related to the literal King of all Dimensions!"

"I didn't know!" / "Not all Dimensions."

Both Wonder Woman and Danny spoke at the same time. This finally seemed to break the eyes among the adults as most of them started to chat idly while the teens were fighting over a photo book in the back ground. Well all but one Batman sat among them listening to the other Heroes talk with the Ghost King, grunting every now and then to signal that he was listening. His eye twitch a little as both Superman and Danny suddenly started to talk in a weirdly with niceties filled way of talking.

Of course everything good and nice couldn't last forever and when a triumphant shout in the background from Red Robin resounded who was holding up the photo book with Klarion pinned to the ground by Impulse and Superboy, Batman had to be the one to finally put his foot in his mouth causing everyone to freeze. The bite of cake Superman was about to eat dropped back onto the plate and resounded like a pin needle dropping by the silence caused by one simple, in Batman's mind, question.

"As his mother, are you aware of your son's villainous actions against us heroes?"

A dramatic "No!" Resounded from the teens mostly caused by Impulse dramatically falling to his knees in a pleading motion towards the adults. Klarion on the other hand looked like his entire world was just shattered as he sat up on the ground from his previously pinned position, his eyes glued to his mother. Both Wonder Woman and Superman eyes looked to and fro between Batman and the Ghost King with worry while Flash, apparently decided to get himself another slice of cake as quick as possible before the Ghost King would inevitably kick them all out because of Batman.

Danny stared at the dark knight for a long moment not reacting until he let out a sigh. "Figured as much."

There was another kind of silence, a stunned one, as they all blinked at the Ghost King who was starting to chuckle a little at the faces they were making.

"Mom?"

"Oh please Klarion." Danny waved his son off. "We both know that neither you nor I ever made friends the normal way. Of course you would make friends by being a little shit, just like I did with all my rogues when I was a teen and are now part of the council. It was unavaidable for you to do the same. Ancients even Vlad made friends like this or did you forget how many times he tried to kill my dad, Jack?"

There was silence for a third time, this time it got broken my Wonder Girl bumping her shoulder into Klarions.

"What kind of crazy family do you have?!"

"You have no idea.... you haven't even met my older sister yet...."

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DTF Only (Super Like) - levi ackerman x reader 18+

pairing: Levi Ackerman x afab! Reader summary: You were supposed to take a break and spend Saturday evening alone, until an elusive match arrives at your door. word count: 5k+ notes: Eighth and final part of DTF Only. I'm sure ya'll already know what happens here. warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, praise kink, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fluff ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

The week had been a fun ride.

Explore, experience, experiment. Tinder was your gateway for all three, giving you the chance to try things you’ve always wanted to try, and discover ideas that stroked a carnal fix you suppressed for years.

It was liberating, it boosted your self-confidence, and it was a much-needed distraction. The scrolling, the messages, the attention, the hook-ups were all fun…until they weren’t anymore.

By Saturday night, you’re burnt out, body aching, and overall bored of Tinder. You should have seen this coming.

Or maybe you should have spaced them out more, but everything is trial and error. It’s something to consider if you decide to dive back into the dating pool. There was just something lacking in Tinder; something that left you unfulfilled. But you were clueless as to what.

For now, you couldn’t care less to ponder. All you wanted to do was soak in a bubble bath and veg out on your couch to enjoy the peace and silence of your own space.

And after you got dressed in your PJs, that’s when it hits you. This is the first time since the breakup that you have been entirely alone.

No dates, no girls’ night. Only you and your thoughts.

You wonder what Colt is up to right now. If he’s spending his Saturday with his friends, his brother, or if he’s out on dates too.

You grab your phone from your nightstand, padding down the hall to the living room. You hadn’t touched your phone all day as you had left it on silent.

Checking the hidden messages, you ignore the new ones from the men earlier this week to tap on the last text exchange with Colt.

It was from over a week ago, hours before he saw you to break up.

Can we talk later today?

You knew when you got that message. The ending had slowly played out before Colt made it official. You didn’t break down, you didn’t beg. You didn’t jump for joy either. You just listened and let it happen.

With a sigh, Colt’s messages are swiped clean, and seconds later, his number is erased.

Still, you don’t feel devastated. Though a part of you does mourn the end of the relationship, the end of a routine you had gotten too comfortable with. If you two were still together, he’d be over right now, either seated on the couch with his arm over you or having vanilla sex in your bedroom.

It might not have been riveting, but you do miss the company, the complacency. And that’s why it’s for the best that you and Colt are no longer together.

The doorbell chimes as you settle into the couch, phone replaced with the TV remote.

You didn’t make plans with anyone tonight, and it’s a rare occasion to have a visitor arrive unannounced.

Wrenching the door open, your neighbor, Levi, stands with a package in his hand.

His eyes glance down momentarily, and you remember how tiny your PJ shorts are. “Not interrupting your night, am I?”

You shrug, tilting your head. “Nope. I haven’t seen you around in a few days.”

“Was out of town for business. Got back earlier, and thanks to jetlag, I’m just waking up. I stopped by the mailroom before it closed, and this was delivered to my box.”

Perplexed, you take the package with your first name printed on the label. Yet another unexpected surprise.

“I’ll let you get back to your date night.” He motions to turn a heel.

The laugh escapes you before you can stop it, and Levi turns back with a raised brow. “No date night, not anymore. We…broke up.”

Because he lives next door, it made sense that Levi was privy to your relationship, even to a degree, considering you’d have Colt over a lot.

Levi hums, impassive as he usually is. “That’s rough. Sorry to hear.”

Again, your feelings are indifferent. “It’s fine. No hard feelings. No regrets.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah, it was a good relationship, just wasn’t meant to last.”

“At least you know that now. The last thing you want to do is marry someone that wasn’t right for you.”

You fold your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “True. Now I’m back to square one. It’s not so bad though, just different.”

Levi makes a noncommittal sound. “Embrace it. Change won’t kill you.”

You smile sincerely at that. Change feels weird despite the complacency, but the best thing for you to do is to keep trying, to learn what it is that you really want.

It’s the longest exchange you’ve had with Levi, and out of all your neighbors, he’s your favorite. Simply because he was nonchalant, minded his own business, and had this self-assured authenticity to him, an unconventional sort of charm.

“Anyway,” you say, shifting the topic and standing more lax against the door. “Any big Saturday night plans?"

Levi doesn’t blink. “None. After that nap, I’ll be up all night, and my apartment could use some cleaning.”

You hum, musing that you should do the same after such a busy week. However, a different thought enters your mind and you widen the door before you can think it through. “What about some tea? I was going to heat up the kettle."

Maybe deep down, you’re really struggling with being alone, but you wouldn’t have invited him inside if he never dropped by to begin with.

Levi steps forward, waiting for you to clear the way for him. “What kind of tea?”

You smile faintly, shutting the door. “I’ve got a few options. I was thinking chamomile if that’s what you like.”

“No, I prefer black tea.”

You bite back a laugh, looking over your shoulder. “You’re particular, aren’t you?”

Levi blinks at you, an answer in his stare.

While you should be offended by his curt response, you’re not. It’s a reprieve from having to force a personality around someone you barely know, and you appreciate Levi being himself.

“Alright, I’ll make two.”

You wander over to the kitchen island, shaking the package by your ear. “Have a seat. The remote should be on the couch. If there’s anything you want to watch, be my guest.”

“Nothing really to watch on a Saturday,” Levi says, flipping the TV on anyway.

“Yeah, true. I was going to check Netflix for something.” The words trail off, distracted with rummaging through the kitchen. You grab clean mugs, black tea bags, and get the kettle going.

Lastly, you grab a paring knife, curious to open up the package. You don’t remember ordering anything as you scan the label again. Addressed to you, but with Levi’s apartment number.

Cutting into the box, you peel away the excess plastic and your mind goes into orbit.

It’s an anal plug, made of metal with the end molded into the shape of a heart, adorned with a red stone.

The memory floods back before you get a chance to read the note buried in the box.

Before Zeke sent you off the other night, he offered to spoil you (his words, not yours) with a prettier toy, implying he’d like another session with you in the future.

You humored him but froze up when he asked for your apartment number. Thank goodness, Levi didn’t open it.

Shoving it back in the box, along with the unread note, you turn back to the kettle in time.

“So, how often do you travel for business?” you ask, prepping the tea.

Levi looks past his shoulder and then back at the TV. “Once or twice every few months. I wouldn’t mind cutting back on it.”

“Oh? That's not so bad, you get a little vacation.”

“It’s not glamorous when it’s for work. Not every hotel is alike either. A lot of them are fucking filthy.”

You pause, holding back another laugh while you grab honey from the cupboard. Very, very particular.

“Have you ever stayed at The Helos?” You open the fridge for the carton of milk.

“Our company used the conference hall for a day. I haven’t spent the night, but the glamour doesn’t mean shit. It’s in the busiest part of the city, therefore probably one of the dirtiest hotels in the area."

Arranging everything out on a tray, you walk over to join Levi on the couch, and set it down on the coffee table.

You gesture to the mugs. “If you want any extras to add, let me know.”

Levi flits a look at you, and reaches for a mug, ignoring the honey and milk. He takes the string of the tea bag, dipping it a few times in the tea before letting it sink back to the bottom.

You welcome the moment of silence, adding your mixes to your mug, plucking the tea bag out with a spoon, and swirling it together.

Levi takes a tentative sip of his mug. “Not bad.”

You quirk a brow. “Could be better?”

“Could be stronger. I like to steep it for a while.”

“Any stronger and you’d be up all night. Consider it a favor,” you add with a tease.

Levi sips anyways, giving you a sidelong stare. “I don’t expect to fall asleep tonight. But I can find ways to stay busy.”

He licks his lips, and you’re unaware of his steely eyes watching you bring the piping hot mug to your mouth.

Levi clears his throat. “What about you? Been busy since the breakup?”

The tip of your tongue blazes, distracted with the week’s memories replaying in your head. You set the mug down, scoffing lightheartedly. “Yeah, it’s stupid, but I was kind of peer pressured into joining Tinder.”

Levi says nothing, mask unreadable.

You have no problem filling the silence. “Matched with a couple of guys, went on dates, et cetera.” You wave a flippant hand. “It was an experience.”

“That’ll keep anyone busy.” There’s a faint humor to his words. Of course, Levi’s not that much older than you are. You’ve seen him bring a date or two home, you wonder if he’s given Tinder the old college try.

“Have you ever done it?”

Levi’s response is smooth and firm. “No. My colleagues tried to get me on it. It’s a waste of time.”

“Not your thing?”

“Too many idiots online.” He doesn’t mince his words, nor does he falter when he looks at you. “No offense.”

You laugh at his honesty. “There are a lot of characters on the platform.”

“Clowns, you mean.”

Again, you laugh, wholehearted, like before. Everything that comes out of Levi’s mouth is so subtle yet blunt. Witty without trying to be, an edge to his tone that’s wrapped in silk. Now he’s a character, one that you wouldn’t mind getting to know better.

“A few here and there. I liked exploring out of my comfort zone. It’s been so long since I’ve dated, I’m a little out of practice. It was fun dating for the sake of it but…”

You pause, back to ruminating on the breakup. It’s not Colt you miss, it’s something else that you can’t pinpoint at the moment.

“If this is how dating really is, I’m not sure it’s for me anymore. Call me geriatric,” you laugh. “If I wanted anything serious, I won’t find him on my phone. I prefer to meet the old-fashioned way.”

Levi shrugs, the mug ghosting his lips again. “You still can. Anything’s possible.”

You tilt your head, catching him watching you with pointed interest as he takes a sip.

Meanwhile your tea is tepid compared to the warmth spreading along your face and neck, averting your gaze. “Maybe. I suppose I’ll just have to keep my eyes peeled.”

Levi reaches over to set his mug down, leveling you with a serious look. “You could have saved yourself the effort, if you looked hard enough.”

You turn back to him. “I thought that’s what I was…” Your words clip unfinished.

There’s something different about Levi’s eyes. He's hard person to read, but where the rest of his expression is impassive, it’s his eyes that talk. And those eyes flit to your lips, sliding to your neck, and back to your curious gaze.

He doesn’t falter, unfazed to be caught staring at your mouth that’s split open mid-sentence. While subtle, you did notice his eyes linger for a few seconds more on your neck.

You had forgotten about the hickey left behind. By Eren or Zeke, or whoever, you don’t even remember now. Nor do you care, mesmerized with Levi a few centimeters away, a fantasy planting itself in your mind of his lips marking your neck.

“Where else should I have looked?” You can barely hear yourself.

Levi’s eyes never leave yours. He motions closer like he’s dragging himself through time to get to you.

You feel the brush of his fingers against yours as he gently pries the mug from your hand and sets it down.

He’s much closer now, you can see the flecks of dark blue in his grey irises. The night sky peeking through clouds.

Your pulse flares at the hand sliding up your neck. Levi’s thumb gently presses the hickey, clicking his tongue. For a split-second, you’re worried his touch will disappear.

It doesn’t. Fingers crawl up your nape, caressing your scalp while Levi’s thumb strokes the shell of your ear. His warmth fans over your lips as he speaks.

“Now do you know…” His lips ghost yours. “Where you should have looked?”

Your eyes flutter closed, melting into the kiss.

Levi holds the back of your head securely, pressing his weight forward, having you slide from the couch cushion.

You allow him to guide you onto your back, all the while he continues to kiss you gently, swallowing each other’s faint moans.

You caress his sharp jaw, fingers inching to the back of his neck. When they brush against the fresh cut in the back of his skull, Levi growls.

He pulls your face deeper with delicate authority, biting your lower lip. Your head sinks back, gasping into his mouth as his tongue slips in.

Fingers sneak into the back of his hair, tugging lightly, spurring Levi’s own hand to slide down your chest. Through your thin PJ top, he gives your breast a light squeeze, gauging your reaction, and applies more pressure when you respond in favor.

Another moan slips out the same moment he releases your mouth. Lips latch onto your neck, warm breath burning the goosebumps coating your skin, thrusting you into delirium.

You gasp at the teeth grazing your pulse.

“This okay?” Levi breathes, scraping his teeth again.

You nod, puffing out a hum.

“I’m going to mark you,” is the only warning you get before your neck stings with teeth on skin.

You sag into Levi’s touch, though your hand travels to his chest, wrinkling his shirt in your fist.

A humored growl creeps into your ear. Strong hands seize your waist, your legs fall apart, and Levi tugs you closer to his front.

A deep mewl rises in your chest, thighs twitching to meet the bulge in his pants.

Levi's hand wraps behind your nape again to slot his mouth along yours. The other hand works its way up your thigh, lightly scratching at the bare skin.

He revels when you shiver, digging his nails a little deeper but not enough to break skin. “You like that.”

Levi’s name drops from your mouth, weighing with need.

Levi breaks away to pepper your neck with kisses, nipping at the skin. His hand slips under the hem of your shorts, pressing his thumb into the flesh of your thighs. Your body twitches under his pressure and he chuckles.

“Eager for something?”

You whine, breathless.

Understanding your silent pleas, Levi pushes into the skin of your thighs, groaning as you buck against his bulge. “Very eager…”

He pushes back a little to give you some air and your eyes peel open.

A faint smile spreads across Levi’s lips. For someone so indifferent and perpetually unimpressed, it’s an endearing vision, and one that pools warmth between your legs.

Levi’s hand climbs higher, coming into contact with your wet pussy. “Tch. No panties?”

You supply your response with a lidded gaze.

“You’ve made a mess already, brat. I haven’t even touched you there yet.”

He observes you for a moment, checking for any shred of hesitation “Yeah?”

You soak in his expression, heart fluttering at the tender look he’s giving you. Patient and calm, despite the primal need to touch each other deeply.

“Please,” you say before he kisses you again. “Ah…Levi…”

He presses a finger on your clit, rubbing in languid circles, slick dripping onto his fingertips. After one long heated kiss, he draws away, using his free hand to hook into the waistband of your shorts, sliding them off so fast, your vision spins.

Levi’s lowered himself between your legs, lightning flickering behind his grey eyes to be met with your bare, dripping pussy. He flits his gaze to yours, breath hot against your folds. “Beautiful. So messy, so wet…”

Desperate for contact, your body sinks along the couch, but Levi doesn’t touch you there yet. Instead, he says, “Did your boyfriend leave you that dissatisfied? He never saw his girlfriend for the fiend that she really is?”

It’s strange how everyone around you was aware of the disconnect between you and Colt. Friends and strangers seemed to view you two as an odd match, and you were clueless as to why.

“He could never keep up with you,” Levi continues. “I could always tell how bored you looked, how dry your energy was around him, like he was an obligation.”

He takes your hand then, tying your fingers with his in a firm yet delicate grip.

The gesture takes you aback, awakening a need you didn’t realize you had been searching for.

Intimacy.

That’s what you and Colt had lost a long time ago, even when still together.

It’s illuminating. This entire time, your indifference had left you blind to what you truly wanted: feeling safe, feeling seen, feeling connected.

While the sex you had this week was great, no man on Tinder was capable of feeding that need. And it was your neighbor who held the key this entire time.

You squeeze his hand. “Levi…”

He smiles, thumb stroking the back of your hand. “I’m going to take care of my girl.”

The affection fills you like a mouthful of honey, so sweet, so tender, and something to savor.

Slender fingers slide past your folds, and you sigh in bliss. They pump inside of you, slow and experimental. His serenity and pace are very much akin to his personality. Even in the brewing storm of ecstasy, Levi’s patient, playing you like an instrument with an intuitive touch.

“Oh…Levi…” You can’t stop saying his name. Every ounce of your pleasure belongs to him.

“Does my girl like that?”

You bristle, nodding your head.

“And…does my girl like this too?”

Your breath hitches, thigh twitching at the drag of Levi’s tongue along your clit.

A third finger presses into the sensitive spot against your walls, stretching you open, pain mixing with pleasure.

“You like being full, don’t you?” All three fingers curl, tongue swipes against your clit again a few more times.

Biting your lip, you nod, unable to look away from Levi’s gaze. Intoxicated by his tranquility, in no rush to get his own fix, despite the strain in his voice.

“You’re going to cum for me,” he says, the authority is distinct. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you when I make you cum. And you’re going to always remember my touch.”

Your eyes blink, lidded and heavy, taking in a deep inhale.

Levi’s husks. “My girl knows best.”

The nickname is sugar-sweet in your ears, and you shiver.

He works his fingers faster, licking your clit, building up the momentum.

Your hand squeezes around his as you feel the intensity rise.

Levi moves your hand, guiding you to press it flat against your lower stomach. He keeps his hand atop yours, together, applying more pressure there.

Your confusion is surpassed by a sensation you’ve never felt before. “Oh…Levi…it’s—”

Levi swallows, eyes trained on yours, a desperation in his gaze, like he refuses to miss this moment.

Your mouth hangs open wider as your walls clamp around Levi’s fingers, the pressure in your lower belly heightens, heralding the beginnings of a climax.

He breathes your name. “Cum for me.”

He presses both your hands down, while his fingers push something deep inside of you. The combined sensations shatter your resolve.

You cry out as something rushes forth, spraying Levi’s face and fingers, soaking his wrist and shirt. The orgasm flows out of you in a wave of satisfaction that you never knew was possible.

Every inch of your body twitches from the release, every drop of blood in your body running warm, and curling your toes. A kind of pleasure that had been waiting to be roused for so long.

Levi continues to pump his fingers inside of you to ease you back down to earth, as his tongue laps up the mess.

He hasn’t let go of your hand, and you don’t have the heart to let go either.

A beat passes like this, slow and silent, without any pressure to interrupt the moment. You bask in it, the stillness, the quiet, and in Levi’s everlasting attention. And when he resurfaces, mouth and chin shining with moisture, his looks at you.

“So messy.” He smirks, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

A tease hangs off the edge of your lips. “I thought you didn’t like messes.”

“I don’t like filth,” comes his blunt response, but you hear the softness in his tone. “I don’t mind a mess like this. Not when it’s coming from you.”

Sweet and lewd, a beautiful blend that is distinctly your neighbor.

He falls forward, mouth capturing yours in a heated kiss that a renewal of desire simmers. His mouth is hungry, yearning, desperate and you feel the return of his bulge between your legs. Regardless of how spent you feel, you lift your hips up for friction, aching to feel his dick inside of you. He breaks away.

You meet Levi’s eyes and without saying a word, you both work together to undo his belt. He slides his pants and boxers down to his thighs, setting his cock free.

You drink in the sight. Erect, flushed red at the tip, sizeable…your pussy flutters, wanting to be filled. You take the shaft, stroking lightly, peering up.

Levi’s eyes fall shut for a moment, breathing stilted the closer your thumb gets to his tip. Precum drips onto your hand and Levi snatches up your hips and pulls you astride.

With a final look, he lifts you up, sinking you onto his lap.

The pressure is better than you could have imagined, pushing past your sore walls with a pulsing sting that fades when he’s fully sheathed.

“Oh…” he moans. “My girl’s pussy feels like a dream.”

“Levi, please…” you whimper, grinding on his lap. You grin as he clicks his tongue.

A hand smacks your backside.

Levi bares his teeth, reeling you in to meet his eyes. “Be patient, brat, or I’ll leave you like this all night.”

You whine and that gets you another smack to the ass.

Despite the bite in his tone, Levi revels in taunting you. “Don’t think I’m serious? We can stay like this. My dick nestled deep into your pussy that you’ll be dripping all over my lap before I make a move.”

You’d be remiss to say that you don’t enjoy his taunting. If Levi lives to torture, you’d gladly accept. But that doesn’t stop you from begging. “Levi…please. I want you to fuck me.”

You bristle, feeling his dick twitch inside of you. Biting back a moan, you wait with thinly-veiled patience.

But Levi’s composure is slipping too, regardless of his bluff. “Don’t look away. I’m going to fuck you like this.”

Arms wrap around Levi’s neck and hands hook onto the flesh of your thighs.

Levi’s hips buck up, plunging himself in a deep thrust.

He grunts with every snap of his hips, never tearing his gaze from your face, wanting to imprint your expression along his vision.

Every thrust strokes the sensitive spot in your walls, firing every nerve that has you seeing stars.

“Touch yourself for me,” Levi breathes, fucking into you in a steady tempo.

Your eyes are trained on him, bringing your hand to your mouth, wetting your fingertips. As ordered, you don’t look away, catching the clench in his jaw at your lewd display. Lowering your hand, you touch your clit, gasping at the added pleasure.

“Levi…” you moan.

Levi’s licks his lips, thrusts are consistent though they’re becoming shaky. “Fuck…that’s—who’s fucking you.”

“You, Levi.”

Levi’s eyes flit down, watching your fingers rub yourself while his cock splits you open. His gaze crawls back up to meet yours. “I’m going to cum in your pussy. I’m going to make it mine.”

A sharp thrust has you nodding your head furiously. “Yes—please—I want to feel you.”

Silence ensues, but nothing else needs to be said. The exchange of your bodies and sounds are enough to fill the quiet, enough to convey how connected and safe you feel. The first time in ages.

You cum for the second time; fingers tremble from the overstimulation.

Levi’s thrusts lose their rhythm. He grabs onto you tighter, imprints bruising your flesh. A few more sharp snaps of his hips and he cums inside of you, releasing a hearty moan.

The world falls silent again, save for the heavy breathing.

You brush away his bangs clinging to his forehead, aroused to see your neighbor in such a state.

“You okay?” he sighs, eyes finding yours, hand finding your jaw.

You nod, allowing the afterglow to take control. Unable to stop yourself, you lean closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his.

Levi pulls you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder with arms holding you in a protective embrace.

Time passes but you’re not aware of that. Too comfortable, nestling your head against Levi’s neck. You hold him tighter, and he reciprocates, strong arms keeping you close.

Eventually, you slide off of him, inwardly relishing at his seed gushing out of you.

You give him space as he drags his pants back on, but leaves the belt undone.

On wobbly feet, you find your shorts discarded by the tray of tea that has gone cold.

Your shorts fall back to the coffee table, the living room jostling in your vision. “What—?”

Levi pats your bare ass, keeping a secure hold of you over his shoulder. “You don’t need those tonight.” He steps away from the couch, turning around. “I'm just getting started with you."

“Where are we going?” you say.

Levi comes to a still. “Your bedroom. Unless you want me to take you to mine?” He motions to the door. “Of course, our neighbors will get a glimpse of your ass, but if you prefer—”

You squirm, shaking your head. “No, no—my room is perfect!” Although that thought doesn’t bother you either. For now, you pack it away, pleased to spend your evening with Levi.

Spinning a heel, Levi carries you down the hall. “Good answer.” ...

A few months later…

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table. You reach for it, careful not to spill the tea Levi’s prepared for you.

Opening up the new notification, you scoff.

At your side, Levi takes a sip of his mug, curious and nonchalant. “Another dick pic?”

Courtesy of Eren Jaeger.

You had abandoned Tinder a long time ago, having lost interest after getting closer to Levi. It didn’t take you long to delete your profile as you settled in a comfortable new routine with your neighbor.

The connection between you two was gradual. After your break-up, you didn’t want to rush into anything, and Levi was fine with the slower pace. Neither of you were seeing other people, and while you two had yet to label anything, you were practically exclusive.

During the week, he’d drop by for dinner if he wasn’t out of town for business. And on Saturday evenings, you’d be over at his place where he’d make tea, preparing it how you liked.

And of course, the sex never got old. It was phenomenal every time.

Pieck and Ymir were surprised, hardly knowing anything about your neighbor beforehand, but they were happy for you nonetheless, and even got along well with Levi.

You barely gave the ghosts of Tinder’s past enough thought.

You never heard from Porco after that one time. Reiner was back where he lived and sent you a few pictures of his dog before all communication stopped. Connie had invited you to watch his band play and after you told him you were seeing someone, he extended the invite to Levi as well.

Jean also took it in stride, a gentleman to the core. Pieck and Ymir were surprised that you let him go, but the chemistry wasn’t quite there like it was with Levi.

Zeke was a ghost most of the time, only popping in to send you lewd text messages that you had him blocked. Until weeks later, he’d reach out again via a new number.

And then there was Eren, who was just beyond shameless that even Levi found his efforts humorous.

Try-hard, was Levi’s word of choice after you had regaled him with your misadventures on the dating app.

Much like Zeke, Eren would reach out after a period of crickets, and oftentimes with a nude picture. You had ignored him for while, and finally told him you were talking to someone else, to which he gave you an egotistical response.

Sure, let me know when that’s over ;)

“I think I’m going to change my number now.” You delete the message and block him this time.

Levi wraps an arm around you, kissing your temple. “If you want to, go for it. Or if you want, I'll get rid of that brat for you."

You snuggle closer to him, endeared with his integrity even when it's a threat against Eren's life. You really like Levi. “For his sake, I’ll just change my number.”

There’s another buzz and this time it’s Levi’s phone.

You push off as he picks it up and types a quick message. Likely his colleagues. “Is it important?” you say.

Levi sets it back down, taking you in his arm again. “No. Hange asked if I wanted to catch a movie with them and Erwin tonight, and I said I was with my girlfriend.”

Your heart skips a beat, and yet Levi takes a long sip of his tea, eyes on the TV playing.

“I’m your girlfriend?”

Levi shifts to look at you with furrowed brows. “Yeah.” It’s simple and short.

“And you’re my boyfriend,” you supply, hope brightening your voice.

The corner of Levi’s lips curl. “Yeah.”

Since the start, everything was so easy with Levi. Simple and peaceful. Even with a routine, there was no stagnancy. Each day was like a new one with him.

You hadn’t thought of Colt in a while, and whenever he’d creep into your mind, it was with a fondness of a past, you were happy to have moved on from.

Hindsight told you that change would be positive. And hindsight told you that Levi’s right, change won’t kill you.

With nothing else to add, you press against your boyfriend’s side, every part of you fulfilled again. The End ! ◡̈

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Café Amnesia — l.sm x f!reader

— When your insane crush on Lee Seokmin hits a curb when he yells out the wrong name for your order whilst having your name written perfectly fine on your cup.

How the hell was he able to fuck your name up so badly?

On purpose? Obviously. Why? You simply don't know.

romcom, mutual pining, cafe au with a pinch of univ, strangers2friends2lovers warnings/notes— They're both whipped for each other(Seokmin mostly), there's a whole segment of reader suffering from period cramps, uhmm I'll add more :> 1.7k wc TEASER . Estimated full wc: 10k-12k + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

tags— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow @leaderwon @writingmeraki

"Girl, take your chance. He's right there taking orders!" Im Nayeon encouraged as the both of you took a step inside the bittersweet aromatic premises.

Oh yes, this very Café, not only were you a regular customer here, you were also known by your friends to be limping hearts for someone around these ambient walls.

Strangers might say, Oh, this person must really love the coffee here.

Although your friends would definitely say, Oh, he just loves the coffee made by brew. A code name your friends have made to pertain to him.

The very ‘brew’ on the counter, taking orders with his usual sweet smile.

Lee Seokmin.

Oh that man, how could you ever describe him?

Seokmin’s a family friend, you usually see him outside Café territory. Even visiting your home multiple times just to have a chat with your family. Crazy how a guy so cute and so close to your age is more talkative with the likes of your aunts and uncles.

You have always noticed his presence even before he started working in your favorite Café, though you only developed ominous worries by the time he started working there.

There was something about his mere presence that irks you a certain way, never in a bad way, quite unsure in a good way.

How would he have this effect on you so suddenly?

It doesn't make sense.

You only view him discerningly from your balcony as he laughs with your mom at the gate. He’s a peculiar guy, who only visits your home to greet anyone but the people his age.

You didn't care about it, you didn't even ponder any further with his visits, you weren't as much bothered with his bond with your relatives… So why do you feel the opposite of the things just mentioned now?

"Uhm, Y/N?" a voice echoed, shaking you through your thoughts.

…

"Huh? "

You blinked out of your rainbow towered thoughts, checking the very man standing in front of you with an intense gaze.

Everything felt sudden, you were just giggling with Nayeon earlier at the back of the line and now you're… here.

"Your order please?" He repeats, raising his brow as his eyes fixed on you, patiently waiting for your response.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't take a look at his face for longer than 2 seconds. You didn't want to become a blushing, stuttering mess in front of him, you had to erase such humiliation as this has probably happened to many times within his view.

You take a good look at the menu for a short while, subtly attempting to compose yourself. Then back to looking into his eyes with a determined smile.

"Ah— Uhm… Two iced caffe latte please." you spoke out, you eyes averting away after you realized you might be looking at him for a bit too long.

"Size?" He questioned.

"Both grande."

“Alright, name?” He asks, leaving you slightly dumber and might be dumbest since you were so so sure he had mentioned your name before, the name you own, the name he lets out to escape you from the unrealistic wonders of your mind.

Well, you guess he had to do it for the professional setting.

“Y/N.” You answered with a warm smile.

He nodded, starting to scribble your name on both cups.

You stared at him for a brief second before darting your eyes out of his figure again. It was an awkward, unnecessary feat you have, however you feel a pinch of guilt for staring at him for too long… You didn't think you would have a chance anyway, or would even notice your gaze fixated on him for an uncomfortable amount of time.

You were great with eye contact, you swore that to life.

Now it’s just different in front of him.

The transaction ended smoothly, thankfully, he gave out your remaining change and you turned around leaving with a wide grin that seemed stuck on your face for the next few minutes.

Nayeon notices your change of demeanor, mirroring your subtle excitement as your footsteps approach her figure.

“So, how did it go?!” She slowly squealed, her bunny teeth entirely evident as her emotions seemed to be ecstatic at yours.

“It went good,” You answer with the same wide grin. “It went with the usual order but this time, he asked for my name.”

Nayeon’s smile immediately falters at your answer, her reaction unsatisfied.

“Y/N, that's… he does that to everyone, it’s his job.” She deadpans.

“No no no, I mean. I was like— thinking about something you know?— I was in deep thought, and then Seok— I mean him, Brew, called me by my name and that took me out of my trance,” You paused, earning back your composure. “Then all of a sudden, he just asks me for my name when he was about to write it on the cup? Like, isn't that weird?! He called me before, with the perfect pronunciation of my name, and then asks about it afterwards?”

Nayeon’s reaction did make any sort of change, yet here you are, at the verge of squealing at the half-assed interaction she had ever heard.

Though, to be fair, she had heard more shit stains than this.

“Darling, Y/N, I'm sorry, but, you just have to get better than that..?” Her tone rose unsurely, you could tell she wasn't atoned with the happening, well, it wasn't supposed to be squealed about. You couldn't admit it to her but, it was indeed a boring interaction.

As much as you were extremely down bad for the man, you couldn't act upon it. Why would you? He’s so out of your reach. He wouldn't even look at you in the eyes, never even greeted you when you were at home, and not even bothered to have your parents introduce him to you.

So why would you try and befriend him if the hints are obviously at plain sight that your parents don't want him for you.

Gahh?! What is wrong with me?! you argue along with your conscience. This case seriously needs to be studied for the reason that this regression did not go unnoticed by you. You had a chance to talk to him before but now it just seems too far of a run to be able to reach.

As you and Nayeon remain seated, patiently waiting for your order while she voices out her stress about the upcoming midterm exams, a certain voice echoes throughout the area.

A name kept being called.

Twice, thrice, you don't even know how to word it out the fourth time and so on.

It was embarrassing how this man, Seokmin, was honking a name no one responds to in such a quiet auranescent place. Almost everyone in the Café gave their shares of baffled looks at Seokmin’s way, you gave your shares of it also, until Seokmin’s gaze points at you.

The drink on his hands reached out to your direction, mouthing the words to what seems to be “you.”

Nayeon catches onto this quickly and nudges you out of your seat, so you could reach the drinks on what you assumed to be yours and Nayeon’s, which in fact right now, you were still unsure of.

You make your way awkwardly towards the man, your eyes circling around the Café, releasing a breath of relief at the realization that the customers had gone back to their personal businesses, although the embarrassing flush still creeps into you as you step closer and closer to the counter.

“You, yes you.” Seokmin lets out with a sigh of relief you swore you just did a few seconds back.

“Here's your order, I’ve been calling out for you for 4 years.” He jokes, a bit weak but it was tolerable. He’s handing the two lattes you ordered, still dumbfounded at the fact this was your order.

But he said your name wrong

extremely wrong. unpleasantly wrong. absolutely wrong.

It wasn't even close to your name at all— it's just wrong.

You never felt so embarrassingly offended in your life.

The way he says that too casually, audaciously loud, couldn't even set you off to the right track. You still think he's getting the wrong person to give this order to.

But it was the correct order, the one you recited to him.

He knew you, that's for sure, but how— wha?—

“Oh, thanks.” You say dryly, grabbing your order and walking away with a forced smile. Not even bothering to correct him, just because.

You examine the drink, still unsure if this was actually what you ordered (Which it really is), then turning it to the other side of the cup to read your name,

perfectly spelled.

Which bombards your thoughts with even more questions.

How was he able to fuck your name up so badly?

On purpose? Obviously. Why? You simply don't know.

You went back to the gracious face from Nayeon holding her laugh.

“Well, that's what I call an interaction.” She welled, leaning back onto her seat with a squeaky laugh.

You were quite embarrassed by the whole situation, yet a gush of butterflies lingered in your stomach shooting to the realization that Seokmin had joked with you.

It was unusual, but you’d be content with it at best.

Nayeon repeats the name Seokmin kept calling out a few minutes back, which somehow became unbearable coming from her.

You slide her drink with a clear frown, aggressively sitting on your seat without laying a single look at your friend.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you know I'm just kidding..— woah.” Her eyes widened as her eyes lays at the name spelt on her drink. You could tell the element of surprise creeping up into her whole being as she tries to piece things together.

“Y/N, your name is spelled correctly here?”

You roll your eyes, “Wow, I didn't even notice.” You reply with evidently toned grouchiness.

She gives you the same wide eyes yet the edges of her lips begin to perk up.

You know where she's getting at.

“Y/N! Do you know what this means?!”

You lock your gaze at her, waiting to continue her words.

“He yelled and butchered your name on purpose!” She says ecstatically.

Yeah, you have already established that.

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Sex, Money, Feelings, Die (part two)

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ask and you shall receive ~ you guys wanted more, so here it is! 𓆩♡𓆪 thank u so much for all the love on this ♡ i didn't expect my first shot at Chuuya to gain so much traction but i'm really glad it did (he's just soooo ♡‿♡ u know?) hope you like a good slowburn bc buckle up, heavy "we shouldn't be doing this" vibes, Chuuya would honestly be the most arrogant yet easy to break dom because of how badly he wants to please you and you can't convince me otherwise, porn with a plot, 5.6k words. this fic once again had me swooning and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure writing it so pls lemme know whatcha think, also big shoutout to @bratbby333 for helping me edit this ღ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ♡ here's part one if you're new here ♡

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror with a sigh, tugging at the neck of your shirt. It was late August, 90 degrees outside, and you were on day three of wearing a turtleneck.

You felt like you were attending a funeral in your black top, black heels, and black tennis skirt - but it was all you had left. You'd already worn your other patterned and pleated options earlier in the week. Already paired each stifling hot sweater with the nicest necklaces you had to make them look more business casual than walk-of-shame.

But no matter how nonchalant you'd tried to seem about your sudden change in wardrobe, it was impossible to ignore the curious stares you'd been getting. The suspicious glances from Akutagawa who just a few days ago could barely even look in your direction without tripping over his own feet. There was a palpable sense of skepticism that followed you and it only seemed to get worse with each high-collared shirt you wore.

You let out another sharp exhale, surveying yourself one last time before heading back to your office. You were busy trying to decide on which expletive you were going to spend the next 7 hours cross-stitching when you rounded the corner, a sudden rush of warmth spreading across your face as a pair of cerulean eyes locked with yours.

Out of all the looks you'd gotten recently, his were by far the hardest to avoid.

Time seemed to slow as you passed him. A subtle but taunting smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth while he continued his conversation with Mori. Something about his upcoming assignment in Osaka and how it'd require him to be gone for at least two weeks.

You disappeared into your office, closing the door behind you as you took a seat and diligently began working on a new project.

Your thread kit had become invaluable over the last few days. It wasn't just a way to pass time anymore - it was an escape. A tool you used to steer your thoughts away from the one place that they kept relentlessly trying to wander back to.

Since the announcement of his solo mission, there'd hardly been a chance for you to see Chuuya outside of the lingering glances you'd exchange in passing. Mori had been keeping close tabs on him, constantly barging in and out of his office to go over the details of his assignment. You tried to remind yourself that it was probably for the best. That the safest thing you could do was keep what had happened between the two of you a onetime fling and nothing more.

It hadn't mattered in the moment how careless you'd both been when you assumed that you'd never see him again, but now that your time here had been extended, you were quickly realizing how critical it was to keep your wits about you. Up until arriving at Port Mafia, you'd barely been skating by. Living off of a dwindling savings account and more often than not having to choose between dinner or rent.

The first check you received from Mori alone was more than you made all of last year working as a barista. You knew that this sort of opportunity would never come again. That it was absolutely fleeting and subject to change at any given moment, but that's what made keeping it for as long as you could so important. The money you were making now would put you through college. It would grant you a future that didn't involve debt. A sense of stability that you never would've had otherwise.

You had no choice but to lay low, for real this time.

You moved your tapestry needle with ease, adding small, strategically placed hearts around the words, "choke me" as you stretched out your legs with a yawn.

The coffee they had here wasn't nearly as good as the coffee you'd usually get from the cafe down the street, but you decided it was better than nothing as you set your cross-stitch pad on your desk and ventured down the hallway.

For as dangerous as this place was, there was still an odd allure of normalcy about it. There were mundane things like work meetings and fax machines and a breakroom that stayed stocked with beverages and snacks. If it weren't for the people that worked here, this truly would be just another business building in downtown Yokohama.

Your suede pumps tapped against the tile as you entered the breakroom, grabbing a k-cup out of the drawer and popping it into the machine before walking over to the cabinet. Despite the three-inch heels you were wearing, you still had to resort to using your tiptoes to reach the mug you wanted.

Your waist leaned into the counter, your arm reaching as high as it could go when your entire body suddenly froze.

You felt him before you heard him, a pair of gloved hands stealthily gripping around your hips. He rested his head on your shoulder, his breath sending chills along your skin as it broke through the barrier of your shirt and danced across the nape of your neck. He pulled you in closer, your ass meeting the firmness of his growing bulge while his palm slowly drifted up past your skirt and brushed against your inner thigh.

"You know you can't ignore me forever, right?" It was posed as a question but held the weight of a threat with the tantalizing way he touched you.

Your pulse raced, heat gathering at your center as he began to toy with the lacy outline of your underwear. His fingers were dangerously close to where you wanted them and where you knew they shouldn't be. Where they couldn't be if you wanted to stay here.

It was cruel irony that just last week it had been him who was trying so hard to keep himself together and now you were somehow the one struggling to maintain your composure. Failing to stop yourself from arching your back against him. Nearly whining when he abruptly pulled away from you and disappeared without another word.

You swallowed hard, looking down at yourself while you straightened out the hem of your skirt, your body still aching from the disappearance of his touch. It was only then that you realized just how fitting your outfit for today actually was.

You were attending a funeral, mourning the loss of your dignity that had died so easily at the hands of Chuuya Nakahara.

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Two days had passed since your run-in with the redhead and you'd barely seen him since. You knew he was set to leave for Osaka tomorrow morning from the conversations you'd overheard while wandering the hall and you knew he wasn’t looking forward to it.

Maybe it would've been easier to not care about what he was doing if you weren't forced to be here every day, but there was no such thing as a break when working for Port Mafia. No weekends. No time off. Even as arguably their most useless member, you were still expected to show up day in and day out without complaint.

You didn't like to admit it, but his assignment had been weighing on you since you'd first found out about it. You didn't understand why he was being asked to go alone. Why he'd have to be there for two weeks. Why you even cared to begin with.

It'd been bleeding into everything you touched, your embroidery going from mindless patterns to things you couldn't possibly bring yourself to say out loud.

Your fingers moved with precision, adding dainty purple flowers around the words "please be safe" when the landline on your desk let out a shrill, unexpected ring.

You paused, staring at the phone with hesitant curiosity. You'd assumed up until now that it was a decorative prop. A piece of outdated technology to help add to the illusion that you had a real office rather than just an empty room to keep hidden away in for 9 hours. You were floored that it actually worked.

On the fourth ring, you finally caved, answering it with a reluctant, "Hello...?"

"You'd make a terrible receptionist, y'know that?"

You hated the smile that crept across your face as you twirled the phone cord around your index finger. "Don't you have anything better to do besides bother the help?"

"Nah, not really." You could hear the smirk in his voice. "Mori's finally out of my hair for a bit. Somethin' about needing to go check the status of one of our bases out in Tokyo so he should be gone the rest of the day."

"Hmm," You hummed, still fidgeting with the tangled wire. "Guess you'll have plenty of time to clean your office before you leave then."

He let out a semblance of a laugh, his tone still riddled with salacious arrogance as he said, "Get your ass in here." and hung up.

You drew in a shallow breath, mentally kicking yourself yet again for how little self-control you had as you stood up and made your way down the hall. Your skin had just healed from the marks he'd left on you and here you were, flirting with the possibility of getting more.

The door opened seconds after you'd knocked, a set of narrowed blue eyes and tousled red hair greeting you as you stepped into his dimly lit workplace.

You took a seat on the leather couch he had in the corner of the room, pretending not to notice as he locked the door behind you.

"Does Mori not pay you enough to have more than one lamp in here?"

He stood in front of you with his arms folded over his chest, a cocky grin breaking through his nonchalant demeanor. “Sorry, where does he have you working again? That tiny ass room that used to be the broom closet? Yeah, I bet the fluorescent lighting is way better in there.”

You bit back your own dumb smile, rolling your eyes as you crossed one leg over the other. "Did you drag me in here to just insult me or do you actually need something?"

"Depends, do you like being insulted?"

You could feel your body betray you, a telling shade of pink decorating your cheeks as you averted your gaze from his.

"Really?"

You didn't have to look at him to know how much it’d piqued his interest.

"Why are you going to Osaka?" You asked, eager to change the subject.

There was a subtle wave of seriousness that washed over him. His voice losing its playful edge as he rolled his shoulders with a sigh. "I can't really go into too much detail without making you a liability. The less you know about the shit that goes on around here, the better."

Your mouth open and then closed, the objection you had lined up dying on the tip of your tongue as you quietly nodded back at him. Even if you didn't want to accept his answer, you knew he was right.

"Aw, don't tell me you're actually worried about me?" He tilted his head at you, his stare softening when he caught the sincerity in your eyes as you looked back at him. "I'll be fine. Trust me, compared to the other missions I've had to go on, this is nothin'."

You had no choice but to trust him, you knew he was blunt enough to tell you the truth and if he wasn't stressed about leaving, then you couldn't be either. As easy as it was to forget, he wasn't just another member of Port Mafia, he was an executive. There was no way Mori would send him alone if he didn't think it was something he could handle.

"Honestly, I'm more worried about you." He said, breaking your train of thought by nudging your leg with his foot. "What're you gonna do for two whole weeks while I'm gone?"

You buried the rest of your concern with a shrug, uncrossing your legs as you shot him a small smile. "I don't know. Guess I'll have to start fooling around with Akutagawa to pass the time."

He nearly snorted he laughed so hard.

"What? You don't think I could have him if I wanted to?” It was infuriating how easy it was to banter back and forth with him like this. How effortless it was for you to both volley off one another without missing a beat.

He shook his head, trying not to burst into laughter again from the thought of you and his perpetually flustered coworker. "Nah, you could. Just think you'd be disappointed is all. Akutagawa wouldn't know what the fuck to do with a girl like you."

There was something about the way he said it that made the blood dance in your veins.

"Fine." You pressed, still wearing the same slight smile. "Tachihara then."

It was becoming a real problem, the way you loved toying with him as much as he loved toying with you.

"He wouldn't."

"I bet he would."

He bent down to become eye-level with you, butterflies flooding your stomach as he reached out to rest his hand under your chin, a gentle but firm grasp holding you in place. "You can try," he said, his thumb lightly dragging across your bottom lip. "But I don't think you'll have much luck."

"Why?" It was barely a whisper let alone an actual question.

You knew him well enough to know where this was more than likely going, but there was a depraved part of you that wanted to hear him say it. Needed to hear him say it.

"'Cause," His eyes glazed over as he leaned in, closing the already small gap between you so that you were forced to share the same breath. "Tachihara isn't dumb enough to touch things that belong to me."

Your heart was threatening to beat straight out of your chest. A week's worth of pent-up arousal nearly dripping onto his couch as you looked back at him without the faintest bit of restraint left in you.

All of the reasons why you'd been trying so hard to stay away from him suddenly held no real merit. They were lost to his touch. Completely eviscerated the moment his lips finally caught yours and his tongue swirled against you with the same tender urgency you'd been daydreaming about for the last five days. The future didn’t seem so pressing when the present was this heavenly.

Your legs parted without him having to ask, inviting his body to come between them while your hands travelled to the back of his neck. Desperate fingertips sinking into his skin in a feverish attempt to somehow pull him even closer.

"'Take it you're finally done ignorin' me?"

You nodded as you watched him push your skirt up, briefly pausing to take his gloves off with the same toothy method he’d used the last time you were in his office. You could tell it was a seldom act for him. Something he had to consciously remind himself to do, but only when he was with you.

"Good."

His mouth attentively returned back to yours, calloused but gentle fingers digging into the softness of your thigh while his thumb swiped your underwear to the side, granting him access to your weakest point.

"Fuck," he groaned, drawing light circles against you, reveling in the way your hips thrusted up for more.

As eager for a challenge as he was, he secretly loved how easy you were to please. How little it took to rob you of your composure and have your legs shaking around him. How pitiful you looked from only two of his digits slipping in and out of you. How your pupils would dilate in this delirious way each time he went deeper, but how you were still submissive enough to never break eye contact no matter how much you writhed and squirmed beneath him.

"Chuuya -"

"What is it baby?"

He could feel how close you were. Knew it wouldn't take much more to have you soaking him, but he couldn't leave for two weeks without making you cum on more than just his fingers. He needed to know what your walls felt like wrapped around him. What absolutely fucking dazed out noises you would make once he was inside of you.

He undid his belt with his freehand, not letting up on you as you grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

"Fuck, yes. P - please." You whimpered, watching him stroke himself as he carefully lined up with your center. "Please, Chuuya, ohmygod, please."

"Jesus Christ." He choked out, reeling in how pretty you sounded begging for him. Almost not being able to stop himself as he watched you come completely undone, still pleading for his dick.

He moaned against you, forehead pressed to yours as he finally found the willpower to pull his fingers out of you. His tip had just barely made it past your entrance when a loud knock brought both of you to an insanely cruel and abrupt pause.

His hand flew over your mouth, fire flickering across his blue eyes as he drew in a sharp breath.

"What?" he called out through gritted teeth.

"Plan's changed." It was Tachihara. "Mori's back. He wants you to leave now instead of tomorrow."

"Now?" The anger in his voice was palpable. "Like, right now?"

"Yeah, he's waiting in the jet."

"You can't be fuckin' serious." He grumbled, a pained expression taking hold of him as he looked back down at you, removing his hand from your mouth.

"Gimme a minute." He yelled, silently trying to ration what he was supposed to do with your body still splayed so beautifully under his.

He wanted to fuck you. God damn, he wanted to ignore everything else in the entire world and fuck you into oblivion at this point, but he knew it wouldn't be fair to either of you to have to rush through it or be stressed about the fact that someone might barge in at any second.

It needed to be the right time because you both deserved it. Especially with how many mutual pent-up emotions there now were between you.

Pulling out of you was torture, but he didn't have a choice.

You could've cried, your heart and pussy both grieving the loss of something they'd never even had.

"I swear," He said, forehead back against yours, "As soon as I get back, it's me and you, okay?"

You nodded, doing your best to swallow down your emotions.

"Okay." You finally agreed, eyes still locked with his, a faint smile poking through your frustration. "But if you're not back in two weeks, don't be surprised when you see me and Akutagawa holding hands in the hallway."

He let out a half-hearted laugh as his lips met yours, kissing you in a way that he hadn't before. Soft, lingering... affectionate.

"Hey," you whispered seriously this time, "Please be safe."

"Promise."

And with that, you began redoing the buttons on your blouse and smoothing down your skirt while you watched him grab a jacket out of his armoire, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket.

"You smoke?"

"Only when I really need one."

He shot you a wink, wrapping his arm around your waist as he walked you out of his office, not caring at all who saw.

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You knew it would be awkward without him around, but you hadn't anticipated just how slow the next week would go by. You were tired. Out of ideas for cross-stitch patterns and nearly positive that your curled fingers weren't capable of creating anything else even if you wanted to.

You read manga to keep yourself busy. Looked up recipes on your phone. Took naps at your desk that left kinks in your neck. Called your friends from back home, trying to keep the conversation going long after there was nothing left to say. You were bored. Grateful to still be here, but ready for a day off that you knew wouldn't come.

The check you received on Friday was enough of a reason to stay though. It made the long days of staring at a wall worth it. You reminded yourself again and again that there would never be another job like this. That you might actually miss it one day.

You had no idea, however, just how quickly that day would actually come until you were rounding the corner back to your office and ran into Kyoto. She was the same peach-haired woman who had recruited you from the bar, only she was standing with a fresh face. A girl who looked to be about your age with big brown eyes, flowy blonde hair, and a skirt that was somehow even shorter than yours.

When you had first started, they'd told you that there would be other 'administrative assistants' coming eventually, but you'd almost forgotten about it until now.

Your eyes drifted from her to Kyoto, thinking there was surely no way you'd both be expected to share the same office with how small it was.

You started to extend a hand out to the blonde, ready to introduce yourself when you were promptly cut off by Kyoto.

"Your time here is up." She said curtly. "If there's anything you need to get out of your workstation, I suggest you do it now."

A vicious mix of anger and embarrassment churned in your stomach. "My time here is up?" You repeated blankly. "Why?"

"Mori's decided you're a distraction." She shot you a pointed look. "Especially to that of Nakahara. Now, get your things before I have you escorted out."

Your ears were ringing, your vision blurred by tears at how cold and sterile this all felt.

You went into your office for the last time, grabbing the thread kit and books out of your drawer as you made your way down the hall, looking back to see your replacement excitedly taking over the spot that was once yours.

Goodbye college, goodbye easy money, goodbye Chuuya.

You were able to hold yourself together on the train ride home and on the walk back, but the minute you made it into your apartment and closed the door behind you, everything all spilled out at once. Your crafts and manga falling from your hands as you sank down to the floor and sobbed.

You thought nothing could've been as mortifying as your first day with Port Mafia, but your last day had proved to be far worse. You were right back at square one and it felt terrible.

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The next few days were a blur of filling out online job applications and revamping your resume. You'd hardly eaten. Hardly showered. Hardly done anything that involved getting out of bed.

It was Sunday and rent was due tomorrow. You'd done the math in your head - you had enough money in your savings account to live here comfortably for the next three months without any additional income. If you really pushed yourself and lived uncomfortably, you could probably even skate by for four.

But no matter how much you tried to remind yourself that there was time, you still couldn't shake the feeling of failure that you'd been left with. If you'd been fired for other reasons, it might not have hurt as bad, but the fact that it really was your fault haunted you.

You took a breath, looking over yourself in the bathroom mirror. A combination of three-day old clothes and a knotted side-bun staring back at you. You decided if you were going to continue to sulk, you could at least do it in some fresh pajamas and washed hair.

The hot water felt good beading across your skin as you scrubbed off the grime and regret that had been stuck on you since the day you’d been let go. The air filling with the smell of vanilla as you exfoliated your legs and ran a conditioning treatment through your tangled locks.

You still didn't feel great, but you felt better and that was a start.

You threw on a white tank-top with a pair of oversized grey sweatpants, running a brush through your hair when you heard the buzz of your doorbell. You froze, looking down at your phone to see the time 11:11 flash across your screen.

You hadn't had a visitor since you'd moved here, let alone had someone stop by at almost midnight.

Your footsteps were light as you crept down your hallway, cautiously peeking through the slit in your door watching him impatiently ring the buzzer again, running a hand along the back of his neck while he waited.

"Chuuya?"

"You'd make a terrible doorman, y'know that?"

It was the first time you'd laughed in the last six days, your arms wrapping around him before you even had the chance to think about what you were doing.

He didn't seem to mind though, his hands locking around your waist as you both pulled each other closer. "How did you -" Your thoughts were everywhere. "How did you find my address?"

He let out a slight laugh, his breath fanning across your neck. “I told you it'd be me and you when I got back.”

There was something so sincere about the way he said it. Something so overwhelming about the way he was looking at you. Out of all the things you'd lost recently, you were incredibly thankful he wasn't one of them.

You let him in, locking the door as he followed you down the hall.

“Sorry," you said sheepishly, realizing that you were about to bring him into the messiest part of your apartment. "It's not always like this."

He took a moment to look over your bedroom. The thumb-tacked pictures of you and your friends that decorated the space above your bed. The string lights and cloud-patterned tapestry adorning the walls. The matching baby-pink sheets and comforter set.

It looked like you. It smelled like you. And no matter how many clothes there might've been scattered across the floor or mugs piled up on your nightstand, it was still way cozier than the hotels he'd been staying at over the last two weeks.

"Looks fine to me." He shrugged, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto a velvet chair next to your dresser. "How've things been since I've been gone?" he asked, taking a seat next to you on the bed with a small smirk. "You and Akutagawa official yet?"

Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared back at him, "Mori didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I, um..." Your gaze was suddenly on the hem of your shirt as you began to fidget with it instead of looking at him. "I got fired."

"Mori fired you?" There was a sobering sharpness to his voice as he repeated it. "For what?"

You knew he'd find out one way or another, but it was still embarrassing having to relive your conversation with Kyoto. "For 'being a distraction.'" you sighed, your eyes hesitantly dragging up to his. "To you."

There was a brief moment of silence and then, a laugh.

“Huh,” he mused. “Well they're gonna be in for a real fuckin' surprise when you come in tomorrow then.”

You shook your head at him in quiet confusion. "Chuuya, I can't just show back up. Kyoto threatened to have me escorted out when I took more than five minutes to get my stuff out of my office."

His brow arched in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

"Did she?" The question was somehow calm despite the scornful undertone it carried. "Well," he breathed, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "She's gonna really hate it when the entire building has to hear me fucking you. Every. Single. Day."

A sudden warmth washed over you, beginning at your cheeks and ending at your core as you blinked back at him cluelessly. "What are you talking about?"

"You're gonna be my personal assistant." The smirk he was wearing was lethal. "And I'll pay you more than that asshole ever did. Weekends off. Full benefits. Alla that."

"Are you -" He'd never lied to you before and you weren't sure why he'd start now, but you were struggling to wrap your mind around the fact that you'd just gone from being unemployed to promoted in a matter of minutes. "Are you serious?"

"Well yeah," He said simply, his grin softening a bit. "I mean, who else is gonna clean my office before I go on trips?"

You both smiled this time before your lips were immediately back on his. Eager, unreserved, bliss.

He fell back into the bed with you on top of him, his hands gliding along your curves while you straddled him. The flimsy straps of your tank-top slipping down your arms as you hovered over him, kissing and nipping at his neck.

He didn't care if you left marks on him. Didn't care if he showed up tomorrow smelling like your perfume with blatantly obvious bites covering his collarbone. He wanted everyone to know if they didn't already. Wanted them to stare and whisper and drop fucking dead at the sight of the two of you walking in together. It made him feral just thinking about it.

Your hips were rocking against him, your center aligned perfectly with his as you moaned at the friction your movements were creating. You could feel him growing hard beneath you, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your sweats.

"Here." he said in-between breaths, helping you out of them and tossing them onto the floor.

You started to pick up where you left off, but he stopped you, swiftly undoing his belt and adding his pants and boxers into the sea of discarded clothing too. You hadn't even been able to see it until now. Hadn't been able to fully appreciate the length and fucking girth of his cock up until this very moment.

You left another kiss on his neck and then on his chest and then on his torso, meticulously leaving them all over while making your descent down to the one place you so desperately wanted to be.

He watched you with wide eyes, your hand wrapping perfectly around him as you looked up and slowly ran your tongue along the side of his base.

"Fuuuck." His voice was heady, his hands tangling into your hair as you made your way up to his tip.

You opened your mouth wider, almost wondering how it was going to fit, but you managed. Taking him inch by inch, going down further each time until you developed a steady rhythm.

You understood why he liked going down on you so much. The noises he was making were gorgeous. Groaning out sweet little nothings the faster you went. "Doin' so fucking good for me, baby." "God, you're so pretty, y'know that?"

You kept one hand on him, gliding him in out of your mouth as the other trailed down to your clit. Feeling your own slick between your fingers only made you all the more blitzed out. You were sucking and moaning and watching him stare down at you like you had put the stars in the sky as you fingered yourself while somehow still staying focused on him.

"C'mere." It was the first coherent thing he'd said since your tongue had so lavishly graced him.

He gave your hair a gentle tug, pulling you back up so that you were almost sitting on top of him.

"I need to feel you so fuckin' bad, you have no idea." he breathed, lining himself up with you, feeling how wet you were before you'd even lowered yourself onto him.

His hands rested on your hips, your grip back around his base as you centered yourself over him.

It’d been so much just to take in your mouth, you were almost afraid of how bad this would hurt, but he was aware of his size. Letting you go at your own pace as he helped keep you steady.

The stretch he provided you with from the first couple of inches alone was noticeable, but heavenly. Your eyebrows knitting together as you looked back at him. A dazed, poutiness taking over you the further down you went.

You took him in deeper and deeper until finally, you were fully riding him.

"There you go, fuck - just like that."

He watched your head lull back, your hand reaching for his as you continued to grind against him. Both of you losing control as he began to thrust into you.

Your eyes went wide, his name echoing across the room while your walls spasmed around him.

"Sucha good girl."

His praises only made you go faster, one of your hands still locked around his and the other now palming at your chest. Squeezing your nipple between your index and ring finger as you looked back down at him. "Chuuya - 'm -"

It was hard to tell where his moans stopped and yours began, the carnal sounds synchronizing the deeper he plunged into you.

He felt another clench, and then, he was suddenly drowning in you. Completely unable to hold himself together anymore as you soaked him.

"Cum inside me." you whimpered, "Please, Chuuya. I wanna feel it. Please, please - fuck, baby, please.”

It didn't take you begging to convince him, but it certainly made it happen faster.

His ocean eyes rolled back as he thrusted into you, absolutely enamored by the sounds you were making. The way you were pleading and pouting as he filled you.

It somehow made every daydream he’d had about you seem lackluster in comparison. You were beautiful you were his.

You both stilled for a moment, trying to catch your breath before looking back at each other with the same exhausted smile.

He pulled out of you slowly, letting you collapse onto his chest as he ran light fingers through your hair. "You should probably set an alarm for tomorrow." He exhaled. "I heard your new boss is a real asshole."

"Oh yeah," You mused, leaning up so that your lips were ghosting his. "He's the worst."

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bitchyycapricorn · 1 year

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Warm Tea For The Ill

•Remus Lupin x Established Relationship Fem!Reader•

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Word Count: 3k+

Synopsis: You and Remus tell the others you’re feeling ill on a nice day in order to get some down time. Sirius is worried about you both and just wants to make sure you’re ok.

Background: Y/N’s animagus is a bunny, hence the nickname “bunny” and her marauder nickname is “Thumper”. Takes place during 7th year (though not specifically mentioned).

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), face riding (f), unprotected sex, slight dom!Remus, caught having sex, praise kink, fluff

AN:Not edited also my story is deleting parts and glitching out soooo…

“Shhh,” Remus hushed you with a small laugh, holding open the door to the boys dormitory so you could slip inside. Both you and Remus had decided to play ill today in order to get some alone time while everyone else was out at the Black Lake. Knowing the boys and their love for trouble mixed with water, your time together should go completely undisturbed. Normally alone time between you and Remus looked like reading a book together while snuggled up on his bed since the chances of someone busting down the door was so high. The fact that everyone was a good ways away and completely distracted from coming back to bother you and Remus gave you butterflies.

You shuffled into Remus’s room making your way over to his bed, which sat to the right of the room and closest to the door, as Remus quickly shut the door. The thought of being alone with you overtook Remus’s mind causing him to completely forget to lock the door behind him in the process. Letting out a sigh of relief, Remus was quick to make his way behind you so he could press his body against yours. His face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his lips left soft wet kisses against your exposed skin.

“It feels like bloody forever since we’ve been alone together bunny,” Remus cooed. A soft moan escaped your lips at the feeling, making him smile against your skin. “You smell so good darling, hell you look beyond good. Has me wondering if you taste as good as you look.” He murmured between the kisses he was planting on your shoulder.

“Remus, we’ve been alone together for less than five minutes and you’re already talking about shagging me.” You jokingly scolded whilst bringing your hand up to cup his jaw on the side he was kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t help it,” Remus whined. “You look so bloody gorgeous in my sweater.” His head turned slightly so he could kiss your palm while he spoke. He muttered a few soft praises into your hand before finally shuffling you both forward and onto the bed.

The light yet inescapable nudges caused you to tumble forward onto Remus’s soft sheets and let out a small “numph” as your stomach made impact with the mattress. Remus let out a small laugh and helped to turn you around onto your back, You let out a huff as you scooted up to lean against the bed’s headboard. “That was mean,” you laugh as Remus begins to crawl over to your sitting figure. His much taller frame looms over yours despite him being on all fours in front of you.

“I just want to cuddle you up and kiss you until your lips are swollen. That’s kinda hard when you’re standing up Y/N.” He laughed as he pressed a kiss against your lips. You could both taste and smell the dark chocolate that lingered on his lips from earlier. Along with the faint scent of old books and morning dew radiating off the rest of his body. You smiled at the smell thinking back to the few times you’d smelled amortentia. It always smelled like Remus, and occasionally, if you were lucky, it sometimes gave off the aroma of Remus’s hair after he showered.

Remus was also enjoying the sweet scent that radiated off your warm body. Your natural smell of (…), (…), and (…) were a reminder that he really did have someone in this world. For Remus, amortentia was a bittersweet topic and memory. Though it aided him in the reminder of you and all your beauty it was also a reminder of the way his father forced him to smell it at the mere age of five in hopes of confirming Remus still had someone out there for him. Which Remus thought now was silly, since that simply was not how amortentia worked.

Your hands grasping the bottom of Remus’s sweater are what pulled him from his thoughts and back into your overwhelmingly calming presence. You had a sort of warmth to you that constantly kept Remus grounded no matter what memory crept into his mind. It was the way your warm lips were pressing into his neck and causing him to moan and whimper that reminded him he was right where he was supposed to be.

Your hands continued to tug at Remus’s sweater until it was over his head and on the ground. The new sensation of cold air against Remus’s skin caused him to shiver. He was now hyper aware of the contrast between the temperature of the room and your burning hands as they traced over the many scars that littered his back and chest. A scratchy moan left his throat as you traced your index finger down the length of his stomach scar and towards the waistband of his black uniform pants.

“You’re always so eager to take care of me bunny, why don’t I take care of you for a bit?” Remus hummed as you toyed with his waistband.

You pulled away from his neck to look into his pretty brown eyes. “Rem,” you began, fidgeting nervously at the thought. “I would really like that, but I don’t want you to feel like this isn’t about you too.”

Remus chuckled under his breath, raising his hand to your face so he could brush the fallen strands of hair out of your eye. “I get more pleasure than I think you realize when I’m buried between your thighs.” His lips connected with yours for a moment before continuing, “I get high off the feeling of your legs thrown over my shoulders as they squeeze around my head everytime I touch the right place….” Another kiss. “I love it when you hover over my face and allow yourself to fuck my tongue at the pace that feels best for you little bunny.” His lips were so soft against yours. “It makes me so bloody hard to feel your body trembling.” His voice was seductively sweet as he spoke against your lips, something he did when he was feeling confident.

His words made your body weak and your mind malfunction, only allowing a small “please,” to escape your lips. It was now Remus’s turn to attack your neck with wet kisses and light red bite marks which almost certainly would leave small purple bruises on your soft skin. You knew that Remus thoroughly enjoyed marking you up as the full moon approached, but you also knew that was at least a week and a half away leaving him in a limbo between having sweet passionate sex, and having rough scandalous sex.

Remus’s hands danced at the hem of your top signaling that it was now your turn to remove your, well Remus’s, sweater. Instinctively, you raised your arms so Remus could tug the soft material up your torso and over your head. “I have a feeling I’m never getting this sweater back,” Remus teases, sitting up and examining the maroon material in his hand.

“You can have it back for a little while, but only so it will smell like you again. Then you have to return it,” You tease back, taking the shirt from him.

“Return? Love, that’s my jumper,” Remus shook his head as he laughed. He took the material back from you but only to toss it to the side. “Not that it matters though darling. I don’t want either of us wearing it right now anyways.” A small giggle escaped your lips at his words making him smile even wider than he was before. He brought his hand up to your right cheek, stroking your jaw with his thumb. “Lay down and relax for me pretty girl,” Remus mumbled as he captured your lips between his own.

“I can’t lay down if you keep snogging me,” You hum, pulling breathlessly away from the kiss. A small pout settled in on Remus’s face as he shuffled backwards so he could pull you by your legs into a lying position. A gasp left your mouth as your head made contact with his pillow. A smirk played at Remus’s lips while his eyes racked up and down your partially exposed body.

“This has ought to go,” Remus murmured as his hands found their way to the zipper of your skirt, slowly pulling it off your flushed body. He let out a groan of relief as the skirt slipped past your foot and onto the floor, enjoying the sight of you in just your bra and panties. “These especially have to go,” his voice quivered slightly as he feverishly reached behind your back to unhook your bra. The bulge in his pants becoming increasingly more tight at the sight of your exposed tits.

Remus let out another throaty groan as he positioned himself between your legs so his upper body was hovering over yours. His head dipped down to pick up where he left off earlier, trailing hot kisses down your neck and towards your swollen breast. You let out a few whimpers as Remus’s lips danced across your now exposed chest. His right hand began to roam up and down the curve of your waist while he used the other to prop himself up. His fingers traced patterns onto your skin, dipping between your thighs occasionally before pulling back out to travel up your stomach.

His lips grazed the swell of your breast making you moan. You could feel him smile against your skin before he used his tongue to slowly circle the skin around your nipple. The sensation pulled a small gasp from your lips as you pushed your chest upwards involuntarily.

You let out a whine as you grasped Remus’s hair. “Remus please,” you begged. His tongue grazed the underside of your nipple before he took the hard bud between his lips, slowly sucking on the bundle of nerves as you pushed his face deeper into your tit. The feeling of his mouth on you sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your body like an electric shock. You allowed yourself to absorb the waves of pleasure while also focusing on the way his finger tips danced across your lower abdomen. His mouth would occasionally switch between nipples, always leaving a train of kisses in the switching process. Your hands stayed messily tangled in his hair, helping guide his head to the place you wanted him.

Soon you found yourself lightly pushing his head downwards. Desperately wanting to feel his mouth where you needed him most. Remus was quick to pick up on this, since he redirected his trail of kisses down your stomach. Occasionally he would pause to bite the tender flesh before placing a gentle kiss over the damage. His hot trail of kisses was messy, but led where it needed to. Remus’s lips now hovered over the soft fabric covering your lower half. His head dipping downwards so he can place a kiss at the lining of your underwear, before taking it between his teeth. He pulls forward again slightly while snaking his hands under your ass to help lift your hips. His upper body pulls backwards in the process, allowing for him to edge the soft fabric down your thighs and off your legs.

“I might just have to keep these,” Remus smirked as he held up your panties before tossing them to the floor with the rest of your clothes. His hands slowly traveled back down your body and to your waist so he could help sit you up. You eyed him curiously at the motion, but he only gave you a sly smile in response. He lowered himself onto his back beside you before grabbing your hips once again so he could pull your body over his. He minivered you both so your knees were placed on both sides of his head. His arms coming from behind to wrap around your thighs.

Remus helped ease you down so your heat hovered just above his face. “Come on bunny,” he cooed. “Ride my face.” You let out a soft moan as you fully lowered yourself onto his tongue, jutting your hips forward at the sensation of his tongue on your clit. You circled your hips slowly, a warm tingly feeling began to bubble up in your stomach as you did so.

Remus’s grip tightened on your thigh as he helped guide your body forward and then backwards again. He reveled in the feeling of your wet heat as it slid up and down his tongue. He soaked up the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, squeezing together each time he pressed his tongue flat against your clit. He pulled your body in closer, burying his face as deep in you as he possibly could. Small whimpers and long moans tumbled from your swollen lips as you grinded into your boyfriend's face.

Within minutes your clit was becoming more and more sensitive as Remus drew circles around the nerve bundle with his tongue. The sensation makes you tremble as you feel yourself growing closer to your high by the second.

Remus takes advantage of your closeness by slowly moving his hands up your thighs and to your hips. His hands lingered on your hips for a moment before drawing back and harshly grabbing your ass with a loud smack. Your body jutted forward at the sudden impact, the sensation of the slap flooding your senses making you gasp. Remus’s name began repeatedly spewing from your lips as the coil in your stomach snapped. A flood of relief and pleasure washed over your shanking figure as Remus helped you ride out your high from below.

Exhaustion took over moments later causing you to fall back to Remus’s side once more. A shiver ran through your body as the heat your body had just been previously generating began to subside. Remus lifted his covers up and over both your naked bodies to help warm you up again. You rolled onto your side, facing the door, while Remus cuddled up into your backside. His arm snaked around your waist while he pushed his hips into yours.

You arched your back with a soft moan at the feeling of his erection being pressed up against your ass. Remus leaned over you slightly so he could pepper kisses against the top of your shoulder and down your arm as he helped you grind yourself into him. “You want me to fuck you from behind bunny?” He moaned, biting into your shoulder softly.

“Y-yes please,” You whimpered, still slightly drowsy from your orgasm. Remus hummed at your response, removing his hand from your waist so he could line himself up at your entrance. He slowly ran the tip of his cock between your fold making you both shiver. Teasingly, he pushed his tip into you, before pulling out again slowly. You let out a small whine wanting Remus to fill you up already. “Remus…please,” you whimpered.

“So needy,” Remus snickered before fully pushing into you. You let out a soft cry of relief at the feeling, circling your hips into his. Remus began thrusting into you slowly, wanting to take in the feeling of you around his cock for as long as he possibly could. His hands traveled up and down your body, traveling upwards so he could squeeze your tit occasionally. “Ah fuck Y/N,” Remus groaned as he began to pick up speed. “Look at you taking my cock so well.” His words made your body tremble, as soft moans spilled from your lips. Remus kissed his way up your neck and to your ear so he could whisper soft praises to you while he fucked into you mercilessly.

You could feel his cock buried deep in you, sliding in and out of your dripping heat. Your ass bouncing everytime his hips snapped into yours. Your legs shaking violently at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your g-spot. Your breathing was heavy and so was Remus’s. His stomach muscles flexed with each thrust into you. His shakey moans and low groans told you he was enjoying every inch of your body.

Remus could feel himself nearing closer to his high at the exact moment the handle to the door began to jiggle. Both you and Remus froze, pulling the covers up and over your shoulders to hide the fact you weren’t wearing anything. Your clothes were on the opposite side of the bed to the door, meaning if one of the boys just popped in they wouldn’t see.

The door creaked open slightly revealing a blob of messy black hair. Sirius poked his head in to look at what he believed to be “sick” Y/N and Remus. “Hey, I just wanted to check on you guys,” Sirius said with a small sympathetic smile.

“We’re doing alright, thanks Sir-“ you let out a small groan at the feeling of Remus thrusting out and then back into you lightly.

“You both look bloody awful,” Sirius chuckled, scanning your red sweaty faces. “You both look like you’ve got a fever, do you need to go to the infirmary?” Remus thrusted into you again, causing yet another gasp to escape your lips, which you tried to cover up with a small cough.

“We’re alright mate, just a bit under the weather. Our naps been helping though,” Remus replied, offering Sirius a smile. He had begun to pick up a steady pace now, thrusting in and out of you slowly. Your breathing picked up slightly, as you tried to keep down your noise level.

“You alright Y/N?” Sirius asked, eyeing your shaky figure.

“Y-yeah just a bit..ugh” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling Remus’s fingers suddenly drawing small circled on your clit. “Fuck, sorry..I-um, I just have..have the j-jitters.” You huffed out, feeling a knot building up in your stomach for the second time that day. Waves of pleasure continue to course through your body as Remus keeps up his steady thrusts.

“Do you want me to bring you a warm cup of tea from the hall?” Sirius asked as he observed the way your body was shaking slightly. You both made eye contact for a moment before you were forced to screw them shut at the feeling of your orgasm hitting you. You could feel your thighs squeeze together around Remus’s hand as he continued to lightly rub your clit through your high. You let out a few soft moans, before finally collecting yourself enough to meet Sirius' eyes again.

It didn’t last long, since you could feel Remus begin to twitch inside you. His cock slowly draws out of you, before harshly pushing back in a few more times. Each thrust got harder and sloppier before the feeling of Remus filling you up with cum overtook your senses. Your eyes fluttered closed again as you let out another soft moan.

“Y/N…I’m going to go grab you some tea….Just stay right there…” Sirius' face turned from one of concern to sheer worry, genuinely believing that you were extremely sick.

“T-Thank you p-padfoot,” You groaned as Remus pulled out of you. His cum dripped out of you and down the back of your thighs in the process. Sirius shut the door quickly and you could hear him scurry down the hall. “Remus what the actual fuck.” You sighed after a brief moment.

“Mmmm, did you enjoy that Bunny, because I sure did.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You let out another soft moan as you sat up. “Oh bunny,” Remus chuckled, “I love you.” He sat up as well, eyeing the clothes on the floor. “Let’s get dressed, and then we can run a bath for us in the Prefects bathroom hmm? We can use the one no one ever goes into.”

You nodded quickly in agreement, allowing Remus to help dress you. As if on cue to you both being somewhat presentable, Sirius burst through the door once again holding a cup of tea. You thanked him profusely, taking the cup from his hand.

“I’m going to take Y/N to grab a warm bath,” Remus told Sirius while taking your hand in his.

“That will probably help, feel better Thumper.” Sirius said ruffling your hair.

“Thanks Pads,” You smiled, giving him a small hug.

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Remus walks with you hand and hand down the corridors as you both make your way to the much more secluded Perfect bathroom. Due to the absurd location, you and Remus were truly the only two people to use the bathroom. You thoroughly believed that you both were the only ones to know about it in fact. And so, when you arrived at the entrance and pulled the doors open, neither of you were surprised that it was empty.

Sneaking in quickly, Remus closed the door behind the both of you as you began peeling off your clothes. As your robes dropped from your body you observed the purple bruises beginning to form on your skin in the mirror. Remus shuffled behind you, followed by the sound of running water from the bath. Your eyes wandered across the mirror and over to where he stood in front of the tub, admiring his every move. You watched as he slipped off his sweater, followed by his pants. The way his skin seemed to glow under the bathroom lights. Remus met your gaze, giving you a bright smile as he approached your naked figure. His arms engulfed you from behind, dangling loosely around your waist.

He began pressing soft kisses to the top of your shoulder as you let out a sigh of relief. You were in desperate need of some after care after being interrupted by Sirius, and you knew the moment his lips made contact with your skin you would receive it. You also knew this was the perfect opportunity to take care of Remus as well, one of your favorite things to do.

“Rem..the water is done, we have to go turn it off.” You hummed as you wiggled out of his grip to go turn the faucet off. Remus was quick to follow you, stepping into the tub before offering you his hand so he could help you get in. “The you,” you giggled, taking Remus’s hand so you could both sit down and enjoy the warm water. You allowed the feeling to engulf you as your back laid pressed against Remus’s chest.

He was slowly scooping water over your head to wet your hair. Once he fould it to be sufficiently wet he began lathering his hands with shampoo. He slowly ran his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp slowly.

You hummed at the feeling, hoping he would never stop. You knew this was where you wanted to be forever, “I love you Remus,” you whispered softly.

“Oh darling,” Remus sighed, “I love you.”

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slut4thebroken · 8 months

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That Night.

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Pairing | Jason Todd x Wayne!reader

Summary | Jason missed yet another date, but this time it was your breaking point.

Warnings | angsttt, emotional neglect?, break ups, Jay is just a lil stupid but we love him, fluff, comfort, Dick is the older brother I wish I had smh

Words | 3k

Notes | Not saying I wrote this because of a personal thing I’ve been going through with a friend… but I wrote this because of a personal thing I’ve been going through with a friend.

Ao3 link | <3

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You sighed and dropped your purse onto the couch, then flopped down beside it. This was the third date night he’s missed in a row. What makes it infinitely worse is that this was your anniversary dinner.

A year. An entire year you’ve been understanding, supportive… but all that’s done is make him realize that you’ll tolerate that behavior. So it got worse and worse. It started with showing up late to things, or having to cancel but getting you flowers and promising to make it up to you. Now though, half the time he doesn’t even remember that he forgot.

With a heavy breath, you bent down to unclasp your heels and toss them to the side. You felt stupid. The original plan was to meet there, rather than both of you leaving together, since he needed to do something beforehand. That should’ve been your first warning. But you still had faith he'd show up. In fact, you had faith for about 45 minutes before paying for your wine and leaving, getting looks of pity from staff and customers alike on your way out.

He also hasn’t planned anything for the past couple of months. It was always you. Honestly, part of you thought he’d forget he even had a girlfriend if it weren’t for you trying to plan dates or dinners or just spending time together. But on the off chance that he could actually show up, he usually had to leave early.

You’ve been trying so hard to make this work, but you’re getting tired. You missed the boyfriend you had a year ago— the one who made you a priority, who took you on a date at least once a week. And you know that if it were earlier in the relationship, you would’ve left by now. But you love him more than anything so you tried to fight and make it work. But it was only you trying, so it was doomed from the start.

Breaking up on our anniversary would be pretty poetic, you reasoned, trying to make the terrifying thought a little less scary. You got up to get another glass of wine, then sat back down on the couch, thinking.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before the front door was opening and closing quietly, but your glass was long empty by now and if you weren’t so anxious, you would’ve fallen asleep.

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, looking at you in surprise since you’re usually in bed when he gets home.

“I need to talk to you.” You said quietly, clearing your throat and adjusting your position on the couch.

“Okay… That sounds awfully ominous.” He chuckled nervously, taking a seat next to you. “Why are you so dressed up?” Any doubts you might’ve had instantly disappeared because of that one innocent question. You swallowed thickly and looked at your lap, trying to wait until after you at least said it to start crying.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You did your best to speak clearly, even as your voice started trembling.

“What?” You’ve never heard him sound so caught off guard.

“I- I’m breaking up with you.” You forced out, taking a deep breath. But the worst of it wasn't done yet.

“Baby,” He reached for your hands but you gently pulled them away.

“Please don’t make this harder for me, Jason.” Not Jay. Just Jason.

“I don’t understand.” He said quietly, hands going back to his own lap. “Can you please look at me?” You bit your lip and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to see his face so that you wouldn’t change your mind. When you looked up, his brows were furrowed as he examined you.

“Can you at least tell me why?” A tear escaped your waterline when you heard the way his voice quavered.

“Seriously?” You scoffed in disbelief. “Why do you think?”

“I don’t know! I-“ He cut himself off when his gaze focused on your dress and then on your heels near your feet. “Fuck- oh fuck. Baby, I- I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s just repetition compulsion.” You offered a rueful shrug. “Dating a vigilante with no time for a personal life was my own fault, I should’ve realized it would’ve been the same as being Batman’s daughter.”

“No- no, princess, please. Just- let me make it up to you. Please.”

“Jay, please don’t.” You whispered.

“Baby, c’mon, please let me try.”

“Do you even remember why we were going on a date tonight?” You snapped, eyes filling with more and more tears the longer he remained silent. “It was our anniversary.” You said quietly, brushing away the tears falling down your cheeks. “I’ve put up with this for almost a year because I loved you and I wanted this to work so badly, but I can’t do it anymore.” You all but whimpered, averting your gaze.

“Loved?” He said through a breath, making you sigh. “You don’t love me anymore?”

“I— I don’t know…” You do still love him. But admitting that would make it harder to walk away.

“Oh.” You chanced a glance at him and watched the way he rapidly wiped the tears from his cheeks, trying to keep his composure. “And there’s nothing I can do to fix this?” He croaked, not able to look at you.

“You’re not going to give up the mask anytime soon, so no, Jason.” You said quietly.

He was the one who left that night, saying he was going to stay at Roy’s to give you space. He didn’t come home the next day either though. You spent the entirety of that time either crying or sleeping. The amount of messages on your phone— that made your heart break just a little bit more every time you realized it wasn’t from Jason— was getting overwhelming so you turned it off, just wanting to be sad in peace. But that peace was interrupted on the second day after that night.

You groaned at the knock on your door and continued laying on the couch, hoping they’d leave. But they knocked again, more urgently this time. Letting out a heavy sigh you forced yourself to get up and open the door.

Dick’s expression went from irritation to confusion to complete pity in a matter of seconds.

“Can I come in?” He asked and you just shrugged in response, then walked back to the couch, letting him close the door. “I was going to ask if something happened with Jason but based on your general appearance and the state of your apartment, I’m guessing the answer is yes.”

“What do you want, Grayson?” You sighed, watching him sit down next to you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked softly.

“We broke up. Is that what you want to hear?” You snapped, looking away from him as you bit the inside of your cheek.

“That makes sense actually. Are you okay?”

“What do you mean that makes sense?” You asked, looking back at him with furrowed brows.

“…Red Hood,” He almost seemed hesitant to say his name, “has been significantly more… violent, the past two days. Bruce and I thought something might’ve happened. We didn’t think it’d be this though.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Of course he is.” You spat bitterly. It always used to hurt knowing how much harder he fights for his reputation and the people for Gotham, than for you. You felt like the other woman most of the time. “Will you let my dad know I’m probably going to stay at the manor for a couple weeks until I can get a new apartment?” At least he wouldn’t ask as many questions as Dick. You weren’t looking forward to Alfred’s unwanted, but very accurate, input and guidance on the situation though.

“Sure… So it’s really done then?” He asked tentatively, testing the waters.

“I’ve put up with this kind of behavior enough from my dad. But at least he never forgot any important dates. So yes, it’s really done.” He was silent for a moment, probably trying to piece together what date Jason forgot.

“Anniversary?”

“A year.” You confirmed, almost apathetically.

��Jesus.”

“Yep. I’m the one who planned the dinner and made the reservation, which he forgot about. He also didn’t get a gift, like we both decided we’d do.”

“I’m sorry, kid.” He frowned, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s fine. It’s been like this for a while. That night was just the final straw for me.” You shrugged, trying not to give into your emotions. His hand remained on your shoulder and you bit your lip as it started trembling.

Why does this have to hurt so fucking bad? Maybe you should just get back together because at least that pain was better than this. This pain made you want to cut your heart out of your chest to get a break from the constant ache you were feeling.

You let out a choked sob and Dick pulled you into him, letting you bury your face in his chest as you cried. You clutched onto his shirt and tried to calm yourself down, to focus on his warmth and the way he was lightly rubbing your back. But it all reminded you of Jason. The way that he used to hold you when he was actually home for longer than ten hours a day.

“Is it me?” You whimpered, trying to take a deep breath, but having it waver as you let out another sob.

“What?”

“Am I— am I just not as important as the rest of Gotham?” You choked out, making him pull back to look at you.

“Hey, don’t say that. Bruce never really got the hang of the family-vigilante balance. Even right now with Tim he’s still struggling. And as for Jason…” He reached up to lightly brush the tears from your face as he frowned. “It’s a learned behavior. Trust me, I only unlearned it after Kory threatened to fly me into space because of it.” You let out a quiet chuckle, the feeling of humor feeling weird mixed with the heartbreak you’ve become accustomed to. “And even then, I still struggle with it. My point is, he loves you so much. I’m sure if you threaten to fly him into space he’d try to fix it.”

“I don’t know… I’ve been trying so hard for months, Dick, and I’m so tired… I just can’t.”

“You’re not the one who needs to try.” Right. You didn’t think about that. Would it really be worth it though? Old habits die hard after all. “Look, you don’t have to take my advice, but I’d give him another chance. The second he starts slipping back into his old ways though, it’s done. But at least let him try to fix it. You might be surprised.” You let out a heavy sigh and looked down, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of your hoodie.

“You’re probably right. I’m just scared, Dick.” You said quietly.

“I’ll make you a deal. If I’m wrong and he fucks it up again, I’ll take your place at any charity galas or events Bruce hosts for a year.”

“A year?” You asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“A year.” He nodded.

“You know that’s like at least five right?” You smiled.

“That’s how confident I am.”

“Fine. But only because I want to get out of all those events.” You both knew that you were hoping for the opposite outcome though. You wanted him to try— to be better. You wanted to be important enough for him to want to change.

Pls come home when you can.

Causal enough. But your heart was fucking racing.

You cleaned up around the apartment, then took a shower and changed into some clean clothes before texting him. Part of you was absolutely terrified. What if he doesn’t even want to try? What if you make a fool out of yourself? The only pro would be getting out of going to events for a whole year, which was enough for you to just send the text anyway.

You were sitting on the couch when the front door quietly opened, the scene feeling eerily similar to that night. The door closed softly and his footsteps were even softer. He stood in the living room, hands in his pants pockets, and you studied him, frowning at the darkness of his under eyes.

“Do you want to sit?” You asked, when he just stood there. He nodded and tentatively moved to sit on the couch as far away from you as possible.

“I’m not sure where this is going so I don’t exactly know what I should say…” He admitted sheepishly.

“I don’t want to stay broken up.”

“You don’t?” He asked with wide eyes.

“No. But if we get back together, things need to change. I’ve felt second to Gotham my entire life, I don’t need that in a relationship too. I’m not asking you to give it up completely, but I’m tired of being the second priority.”

“I’ll give it up.” He said suddenly. “If you want me to, I will… I just need you. Without you, I need the mask and I don’t want to be that way. I like who I am with you— you make me better.”

“You don’t need to do that, Jay.” You said softly, trying not to let the butterflies in your stomach consume you.

“Maybe not, but I would.” He moved closed, then hesitantly reached for your hands, waiting for you to pull them back again, but you never did. “With you, I’m not the angry little kid using this to escape my emotions or the angry, traumatized zombie hell bent on revenge. I’m just Jason— just Jay.”

“Did Roy help you rehearse that?” You chuckled, trying to bring the attention away from your blushing cheeks and flustered demeanor.

“He called me crazy when I practiced it— made a bet that I wouldn’t be able to last a week without it.” He laughed quietly with you, then brought your hand up to softly kiss your knuckles. “But these two days were the worst pain I’ve ever felt— I’d honestly take a crowbar over this any day.”

“Oh my god- don’t say that.” You giggled, lightly slapping his arm, your blush intensifying.

“It’s true though. Every word. You want to settle down, get a nice little house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, maybe a dog and some kids? I’m game. I just need to be with you.”

“Woah there, cowboy. You need to propose before you start talking to me about being a suburban family with a dog.”

“Is that your way of saying that if I proposed, you’d say yes?” He teased, but you could tell he was trying to play it off and not seem like he was genuinely asking.

“Probably, to be honest.” You shrugged, nonchalant. The answer was yes though. If he proposed, you’d say yes before he could even finish asking.

“Good to know. I’m not getting your father’s blessing though. I’d say it’s out of respect for you as an autonomous woman in the 21st century, but it’s more just out of spite.”

“I figured.” You chuckled. “But seriously, Jason, I’m not asking you to give that up. If we do decide to settle down and have kids, that’s a different story— there’s not a chance in hell I’m continuing the cycle of an emotionally and physically absent father, so you better be ready to drop it all in a heartbeat.”

“What about… guys night once a month where Roy and I get together and beat the shit out of some bad guys for old times sake?” You narrowed your eyes at him, but couldn’t hide your smile.

“You drive a hard bargain… but fine. Guys night once a month and that’s it.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grabbed you and effortlessly placed you onto his lap. “I love you.” He murmured, placing a soft kiss on your neck to hide his blushing face. “More than anything. And I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You said quietly, wrapping your hands around him and placing one on the back of his head to play with his hair.

“It’s not okay though.” He said, pulling back. “Part of the reason I love being with you is because you never put up with any of my shit. You always used to call me out, never let me walk all over you.” He reached up and lightly pushed your hair behind your ear. “So I- I didn’t realize that anything was wrong— I’m not trying to make excuses and it shouldn’t be your burden alone to tell me to get my act together, but every once in a while, if you’re noticing a pattern you don’t like, please don’t just put up with it.” He cupped your cheek as his eyes bored into yours in an almost hypnotizing way.

“I love you so much and I’d do anything for you. You deserve so much more than being someone’s second priority and I’m sorry that I haven’t acted like it.” You gave him a small smile, trying not to get nervous and distant because of the affection— another thing you have your dad to thank for.

“I love you too.” You said quietly. “Thank you for the apology, I appreciate it.” The corners of his lips turned up and he leaned forward to give you a quick kiss. And to think, only yesterday you were content to wallow in self pity and sadness, accepting the fact that you tried as hard as you could, but somethings just aren’t meant to be.

“Dick was right.” You suddenly realized, making his expression turn into one of confusion. “God- he’s going to hold this over my head for the rest of my life.” You groaned, leaning forward so your head was in the crook of his neck.

“What was Dick right about?” He asked, trying to sound amused, but the confusion was clear in his tone.

“That you’d change and just need me to threaten to fly you into space to remind you to keep your act together.” He snorted a laugh, but you could tell he was still very confused.

“Yeah that sounds like Dick. I can’t say I’m too upset about it though, since he got you to change your mind.”

“Don’t ever tell him that.” You warned. “His ego does not need to get any bigger.”

“Trust me, princess. That’s the last thing I want.” The chuckled, placing his hands on your hips.

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vikeera · 2 months

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fandom: Hazbin Hotel

switch!Alastor & switch!Rosie (strictly platonic)

I decided to slightly improve the fic I created earlier. I felt that the previous version was missing something, so having some free time I decided to fix it :)

I hope you like it!

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Sweet Revenge

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After the hectic Extermination Day and successful battle against the angelic army, everyone in the hotel enthusiastically tried their best to make this place better and encourage other sinners to visit. Not much time has passed since this bloody event, despite many injuries and destruction around, it all unexpectedly brought everyone closer together.

It was certainly an adrenaline-pumping experience, leaving everyone with a kind of uneasiness felt in their chests, even though with mutual care and support the feeling quickly went away, some of them still had to spend every next day in such state not really knowing how to get rid of it.

Most of them spent their free time on common activities, without admitting it directly, everyone felt relieved that they could still share their memories with others in this place.

The rebuilt building made a truly shocking impression, attracting the attention of new guests from afar. There was much to be said about the hotel, but it certainly wasn't a quiet place, for sure not suitable for everyone at the moment, even those who had spent long days there before.

Loud noises, chaos and attention from everyone around was something that Alastor definitely wanted to avoid, even though he wouldn't admit it, the fight with Adam was exhausting for him.

Once feared and revered, now found himself consumed by a sense of vulnerability. Constantly reminding himself of the defeat and humiliation that had befallen him, a feeling of weakness returned that he couldn't get rid of.

He needed time and peace to minimally recover from physical and mental damage, having nowhere to go he decided to stay for a while in Cannibal Town, specifically at the house of his dear friend Rosie.

Alastor tried to put on his best posture throughout his stay in his friend's elegant empire, from the beginning he didn't want to let on that something so insignificant was bothering him, hiding it under his classic wide smile, but it didn't go unnoticed by Rosie, who knew him better than anyone in the hotel.

A few days have passed since Alastor settled into one of the decorated guest rooms, he didn't complain about the conditions he was in, the neat and clean room quickly became a quiet place full of incredible bouts of boredom for him. Still dealing with the painful mark of defeat on his body, his condition only allowed him to walk around the building for hours, thinking about everything that had happened. At times he could lose himself in melancholy, which for some reason was still stressful, as if he was reliving the humiliation and pain he had experienced that day.

His worries subsided temporarily every evening when Rosie came back and spent time with him. She would spend every single hour with him if she could, but as the most important figure in the formidable city, she unfortunately had responsibilities to fulfill, which left Alastor alone at the mercy of his own thoughts. It was tedious, but they both still enjoyed the moments they could share together every evening. Rosie didn't mind his longer visit, she loved his company and playfully joked how she didn't expect Alastor to be the type of person who liked sleepovers so much that he would stay for more than one night.

It had been a long time since they could spend some quality time together, so Alastor's unfortunate recovery was still a chance for them to catch up.

At that moment, he was sitting partially undressed on an elegant sofa in his room, waiting for Rosie to return with new bandages. She helped him change them and take care of the wound so it would heal as best as possible. Alastor looked around at the classy old furniture, trying to escape for a moment from all memories brought back by the scar that marred his chest. After a few long minutes that seemed like an eternity, Rosie walked hesitantly into the room.

''Alright dear, sit up straight and try not to make it difficult, I will be gentle'' - she said with a slight smile.

Alastor wasn't a fan of this moment, the fact that he had to accept help made him feel even more vulnerable. Despite the smile that always accompanied him, Rosie couldn't help but notice the dejection etched upon his face. It was a long and hard day for Rosie as well, but helping her guest was a priority, so changing her clothes into a more comfortable scarlet red ruffled shirt and a long black skirt was the only thing she did before going to Alastor's room, knowing she will spend the rest of the evening with him anyway, she didn't have to worry about maintaining her elegant image for the next hours.

Without a word, Rosie sat down next to him, her nimble fingers worked swiftly, wrapping the bandages around his wound with care.

As she applied the final touches, the sight of his miserable expression filled her with a mix of pity and frustration. Regardless of repeated denials, she knew that Alastor wasn't feeling well and wanted to do something about it, but she didn't know what exactly.

''My dear, despite everything, I would be glad if you showed some enthusiasm for being here, after all, it has been some time since we last met without uninvited guests around'' - she said in a confident voice, carefully observing her companion's reaction.

Alastor looked at her, saying nothing, but his expression softened slightly, as if her words alone had improved his mood.

''Well, I certainly don't mind your company, but I would appreciate it if you stopped staring at me like I'm your next meal'' - he replied with a slightly playful tone, earning a quiet giggle from her.

She was pleased that despite his worries, Alastor was still able to enjoy her company and was motivated to keep trying to lighten the mood. Finishing up one of the bandages, she lightly brushed her fingers against his ribs, just inches from the scar he so desperately tried to ignore.

To her surprise, Alastor's body tensed as a ripple of involuntary shivers coursed through him, this reaction didn't go unnoticed.

''Are you okay dear? You know you can say it directly if you feel uncomfortable or-'' - Rosie began to speak with concern in her voice, but Alastor's words quickly cut her off.

''I assure you that I'm perfectly fine, please continue'' - he said calmly, while his ears twitched a little.

Fixing the last bandage, Rosie's fingers gently brushed against his ribs again, forcing him to bend slightly under the irritating touch. This time she was sure that the pain wasn't what he felt, she didn't even touch his wound.

''Alastor, I'm serious! what has gotten into you?'' - Rosie asked with slight irritation, not understanding why her companion was squirming under such a gentle touch.

He tried to avoid answering that question and just looked away, at first Rosie was worried she had accidentally hurt him, anyone else might feel uncomfortable in such a situation, but Alastor? He is the last person she would suspect of avoiding the opportunity to speak.

However, seeing his lips twitched, a hint of amusement threatening to break through his somber facade, a realization and a mischievous idea immediately appeared.

If he doesn't want to say what's wrong, she will make him do it in her own way, getting rid of his grumpy mood was another reason why she put her plan into action.

''Now, darling, if you want to keep quiet, let's see how long you can last'' - a playful grin appeared as her fingers began to dance nimbly all over his ribs, despite his attempt to maintain his dignity, with each merciless touch, Alastor's resistance crumbled.

''Rohosie wahahait!-'' - he choked out, trying as hard as he could to hold still and not break under the unbearable sensations.

''Oh, look at that! You can talk after all!''- Rosie giggled as she watched the mighty demon writhe uncontrollably.

Alastor's attempt at self-control failed miserably as her fingers began to explore his sides and stomach.

A distinct radio static hum could be heard for a moment, which was quickly replaced by loud genuine laughter.

''Stohohop pleheaAHAHA!'' - he pleaded, as his cheeks turned red at how pathetic he must look right now. However, he was glad that Rosie was the one who had to see him like this because he would probably have tried to kill anyone else in such a situation.

“There it is!” - Rosie exclaimed triumphantly with a sinister smirk.

Alastor burst out laughing, unable to believe how something so childish could work against him.

Rosie, on the other hand, delighted with the current situation, attacked the most sensitive spots on his body with surprising precision what seemed even terrifying at the time for the poor deer.

Alastor tried to protest, gently pushing his friend away, but he couldn't choke out anything but laughter.

“You must use your words, dear” - Rosie stated mischievously, focusing the energy in her fingers on Alastor's ribs.

He let out a bark of laughter trying not to lose himself in the irritating yet pleasurable touch overwhelming his body for the next few minutes.

Rosie's eyes sparkled with amusement as she saw her friend's tail lively wagging.

''Alastor don't tell me you are really enjoying this! You make me want to torture you even longer~'' - teased as she again vigorously wriggled her fingers along his ribs.

Alastor was frustrated by the fact he was practically lying bare-chested in front of Rosie, exposing some of his worst spots and feeling like hunted prey.

''Oh my, you're so ticklish! I can't even touch you without making you laugh dear!'' - she exclaimed, with a quick movement of one hand, suddenly wiggling her fingers behind Alastor's ear receiving an immediate reaction.

''HAHAHA! ROHOHOSIE-!!'' - he screamed with laughter, barely catching his breath.

"You're not slipping out of this, Alastor" - Rosie interrupted him quickly, still in disbelief at how quickly she defeated such a powerful demon.

For about the next 15 minutes, the entire room was filled with loud laughter mixed with radio static and begging for mercy.

After a long moment, Rosie slowed her attack, allowing her victim to breathe while she stood up, giving him a moment of peace, Alastor was practically melting on the sofa, still giggling.

He couldn't remember the last time he was able to laugh so freely.

''My dear, you're a mess, but if I had to guess, I'd say you feel a little better'' - Rosie assumed with a little smirk on her face, carefully giving her companion a glass of water.

''You're such a cruel woman, but I must say you're right'' - Alastor replied, panting heavily.

''Always happy to help you bring back that sincere smile'' - she replied with a soft giggle, sitting down on the sofa next to him.

The calm atmosphere that fell in the room for a moment did not last long, after all, as a powerful vengeful demon, Alastor couldn't miss the opportunity for a cruel revenge.

Little did Rosie know that giving him so much time to recover would turn against her so quickly.

''I can't believe I'm saying this out loud, but your unexpected attack was actually… fun'' - Alastor started, looking out of the corner of his eye at the sincere smile his friend was giving him.

''-however, I can't help it but feel that there was one thing missing from all of this'' - he said with a chuckle, turning towards Rosie.

''Oh, and what is it?'' - she asked, raising an eyebrow, unaware of what was about to happen to her.

She felt a little uneasy seeing the playful grin on the face in front of her.

''Why, my sweet revenge of course!'' - Alastor declared, using his powers as support.

Before Rosie could say anything, she felt a strong tendril grab her wrists and place her arms above her head.

Her eyes widened and she couldn't help the unsure smile that spread across her face as she quickly realized what was happening.

"Alastor! Don't you dare." - she giggled, hoping that her friend would have some mercy, oh how wrong she was.

"Oh, I dare" - he replied with a devious grin, gently lifting up Rosie's shirt, exposing her stomach.

Not even 3 seconds has passed and she felt ruthless fingers dancing on her sides and stomach, causing a sudden reaction.

“ALASTOR! QUIHIHIT IHIHIHIT!” - Rosie burst out laughing, unable to even break free.

''Oh, but I'm just getting started'' - he replied with a smirk, continuing his little revenge.

After a moment, Alastor moved his hands a little higher, mercilessly digging his fingers into Rosie's ribs, as he well knew the sensitive spot they both shared.

''AHAHALASTOHOR!'' - she shouted with laughter, unable to add anything more.

''Bingo, quite a weakness dear!” - he said calmly with pride in his voice, knowing he will pay back for everything he had experienced a moment ago.

''Dohohohn’t tehehease mehea-AHAHA!” - Rosie's protest was immediately interrupted with loud laughter when Alastor blew a raspberry on her stomach. At this point, all she could do was give up and squirm under the unbearable attack.

''Well, look at that, maybe this time you will be my meal!'' - teased with a playful grin, attacking Rosie's ribs and sides again.

She couldn't even respond to his words as lively laughter escaped her lips.

The next few minutes were filled with laughter from both of them, a moment of carefreeness was something they both needed and even though neither of them would admit it out loud, they were glad that they could spend this time together.

After a while, Alastor moved away, allowing his friend to catch her breath.

The sight of the usually elegant and composed person trying to stop giggling was amusing, she was probably thinking the same about him just a moment ago.

''Don't give me that look, you asked for it~'' - Alastor said playfully, sitting calmly next to her with a wide smile.

He had no idea that his silly revenge will bring tragic consequences.

''Oh? Well if you say so-'' - Rosie began teasingly, still giggling lightly, suddenly grabbing Alastor's ankle and dragging her nails up and down his hoof.

''-then let's see who can last longer.'' - she said with a mischievous grin, immediately earning a loud laugh from her friend.

They saw each other too rarely not to use this time to do something fun.

For the rest of the evening, all worries and unpleasant memories were forgotten, the only thing present in the small guest room was laughter and the hope they would have the opportunity to spend time like this again.

Who won their frivolous fight? The answer is Rosie, she knew her friend too long not to reach for his worst spots, although Alastor didn't give up easily and despite the final defeat, he still made her beg for mercy more than once.

In the end, they enjoy each other's company and the moments they share through playful activities, even if they end up completely wrecked after.

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lilacsandamethysts · 1 year

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Ragnvindr(s)

Pairing: Diluc x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: The Ragnvindr clan is expecting a new addition.

Warnings: pregnancy and mention of kids, characters expecting and becoming parents

A/N: Hi im back, hopefully i'll manage to post more regularly bc I have truly missed this (writing and posting). This is the first fic of my dad!character series bc I have a huge case of baby fever and seeing my favorites as dads satisfies my daddy and abandonment issues.

“Can you please take a seat? Boss is going to kill me if he finds out you’ve been exerting yourself.” Charles could have sworn to any archon willing to listen to his pleas that he had lost ten years from his life during this six hour shift. He was on bar duty this evening, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing he couldn’t handle and nothing he hadn’t done before. What he hadn’t done before was have his boss’s pregnant wife on duty with him. “I swear miss, you’re giving me gray hairs.” Funny, now that he thinks of it, he had heard his boss utter the same exact words three hours prior when he dropped her off, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead as he had looked at his wife worryingly. She rolled her eyes at his comments going back to cleaning the dried glasses littering the underside of the bar.

“Barbara said that moving around would do me good. Besides,” she frowned at him, the fire burning in her eyes making it clear to Charles why master Diluc had found his match in her. “I’m feeling peachy.” She wasn’t even that far along, stomach barely showing from under her slightly loose blouse. Diluc, ever since it had been revealed that her sudden unwellness was due to her expecting their child, had become thrice as protective than he already was, barely leaving her out of his sight. Truthfully, as much as she loved and cherished her husband, being under constant surveillance was starting to irritate her. She couldn’t fault him; this was his first time going through such an experience and he was rightfully anxious. A soft hum escaped her lips at the thought of his frazzled gaze every time she shifted in her seat while they went through documents of the winery. Diluc was going to be an amazing father, she knew that from the moment she announced her pregnancy to him. What she was even more certain about was, the gray hairs he was bound to start sprouting by the end of these agonizingly long nine months.

The door to the tavern flew open and in stepped a slightly agitated Diluc, hair sticking out from his usual high ponytail he dawns whenever he works behind the bar and eyes darting all over her figure as she continued to shine the glass in her hand. His shoulders sagged slightly in relief upon seeing her in one piece. With a sigh he shed the heavy layers on his shoulders before walking behind the bar, peking her cheek once with a hand resting on the slight bump of her stomach.

“Why are you up? Again.” He said, a serious expression engraved on his features, brows furrowing when she simply hummed in response. He sighed again, rubbing at his temples before kissing her cheek again and reaching for one of her glasses. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

“And they haven’t even been born yet.” She giggled again, leaning into his side, head tilting so it rests securely on his shoulder. Instinctively, he leaned closer, cheek smooshed on her hairline. “Imagine the terror once they start walking or even worse, running.” She swears she could already see the dark circles forming under his eyes which only made her laugh harder. The shift went by calmly with the tavern not being at its highest customer rate. They even got the chance to close up earlier than usual and make it back to the manner before midnight. Once inside, Diluc helped her hang her coat-even though she whined about being capable of doing it herself- and then led her to the kitchen where their dinner awaited them on the counter. Adelinde had taken it upon herself to teach both her masters the art of healthy nutrition; she had tried twice before in the past but they both were too stubborn and drowning in work to keep up a healthy diet, now with a child on the way they were more than willing to listen to her advice.

Taking a seat side by side they dug in, emptying their plates in a matter of minutes with not even a peep leaving their lips until they were both done. Diluc brought her chair closer to his own, one arm draped over her shoulders while the other traced patterns on the fabric of her shirt absentmindedly, an action he seemed to be doing more and more each day. He had developed a habit of touching her in some way no matter the time or place or who was with them; whether it be his hand on the small of her back or his warm palm engulfing her own, an arm around her waist or merely their pinkies linked, Diluc couldn’t seem to let go of her no matter what. The citizens of Mondstadt would swoon at his blatant displays of affection, eyes full of unfathomable softness whenever they saw the soon to be parents on a stroll through the busy streets. There were still those select few who side eyed the couple -mostly her-, those whose jealousy shown through the happy facade, who sometimes didn’t even hide their displeasure at the fact that the informant who had managed to take Master DIluc off the market a few years prior was now securing her spot further with the birth of an heir. The Ragnvindrs merely scoffed at their sly comments and back handed compliments, Diluc usually making a mental note to have a word with the Knights about their insolent behavior.

“Our baby is the size of a sweet potato.” She softly broke the silence, hand gently resting on the small sweet potato sized bump. “And in about four weeks they’ll be as big as a pomegranate.” Diluc couldn’t help but place his hand over hers, running his thumb over her knuckles before kissing the crown of her head.

“Barbara sure has a weird way of measuring the weeks of pregnancy.” He unlatched himself from her, hand still resting over her own, as he examined the curve of her stomach trying and failing to imagine a sweet potato sized baby. Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, he failed to notice the pure disbelief written on his wife’s face.

“Are…are you trying to actually imagine a sweet potato?” He looked at her sheepishly for a moment, big red eyes filled with nothing but serenity. Laughter echoed through the empty halls as she burst out into a fit of snorts making Diluc join her after a moment. Once calm, he brought her unbelievably close, kissing the tip of her nose before tucking her head in the crook of his neck and letting his eyelids fall shut.

“I love you.”

BONUS:

The sun was at its highest when Katheryn spotted the family enter the city. The edges of her eyes crinkled as she nodded in acknowledgement at Master Diluc, red hair a mess from the strong winds of the city of freedom. Even worse was the mop of red hair in his arms as his daughter played with the ruby pendant around his neck, completely ignoring her hair obscuring her fathers’ vision. Turning around, they waited for their counterparts to catch up as the lady of house Ragnvindr strode up the steps, another mop of red hair in her arms in the form of a little boy this time, fast asleep while clutching his mothers’ blouse.

#master diluc #diluc fluff #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact #dad!diluc x reader #dad diluc #diluc x pregnant!reader #genshin impact x reader

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snowfll · 5 months

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A Soldier I will Be III; Treech

Pairing - Treech x Mentor!reader summary - after all the pain, the two of you have reached the end of the fight. words - 1.19k warning - fluff! again! note - for everyone who wanted one more part, this is the last part! i hope you guys liked this mini-series for Treech! more Treech fics coming soon and a Tom Blyth fic coming asap <3 part 1 part 2

That same night, the night before the 10th Hunger Games, you arrived at the zoo. With everything he said in that interview, you had to see him. You couldn’t deal with the fact that he might die in that arena without knowing how you felt.

“You came,” he whispered as his hands gripped at the bars that separated the two of you.

You placed your gentle hands over his calloused ones as you responded to him. “Of course I did. I heard what you said in the interview.”

He looked at you and blushed. “Oh, uh-- I didn’t think you were actually watching," he continued to ramble on as you giggled at his reaction. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomf—” You cut him off as your soft lips met his. Ever since you met him, you have had dreams of this exact moment.

Pulling away from the kiss, you rested your forehead against his, smiles on both of your faces. Now you were definitely not letting him die in that arena.

“Is everything you said real?” God, how you prayed it was real. You wanted him more than anything the capital could ever give you.

“Everything… I want to grow old with you. We can run away to District Seven or even stay here in the capital. Whatever you want, sweetie, I just want to be with you.” Your heart ached. You wanted to break him out of the cage right there and then, but you knew it would have consequences.

“Don’t die on me, Treech. Please, do not die in there.” You plead, placing your hands on his face and pulling him closer—if that was even possible. Your lips brushed against his for a moment before you leaned in for the second time that night. His lips smiled against yours before kissing back.

“Two kisses in one night? I feel like I won the games already.” He smirked at you while you playfully pushed his shoulder.

You noticed a couple of peacekeepers making their rounds and knew it was your time to leave, plus he needed as much rest as he could.

“Get some rest; you have a long day ahead of you.” You advised him as he grabbed your hand.

“One last kiss before you go?” He snickered. Did he want a kiss, absolutely. He just got you, and he already couldn’t get enough of you.

“Win the games, and you can get another one." You smirked at him as you kissed his cheek. He rolled his eyes at you as you waved goodbye. He was going to win—he needed to win for you.

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Sitting in your designated seat, you watched as the games played out. It had been days, and thankfully, he was still alive. Maybe allying with Coral was a good thing; maybe he had an actual chance of surviving.

Earlier in the games, Treech and his allies were seen walking over to where his district seven partner was hiding away. Coral ordered Treech and Tanner to stay put and watch as she and Mizzen climbed onto the beam. Poor Lamina; all she had was Treech, and he abandoned her.

He looked guilty as he watched his allies attack the girl he came with. As her body fell off the beam, you saw a small tear escape from his eye before he wiped it away.

Now, they were after Lucy Gray; you just prayed she would be able to get rid of them before they got to Treech. Watching the singer run from the group, you knew she had a plan—a plan that might get Treech free from his allies.

You had a feeling he might actually win, like he promised you he would. There was hope, something you don’t usually have while living in the capital.

However, the hope soon disappeared as you watched as a huge cylinder was placed down from the sky. Whatever was in there was making its way out. The glass had broke, and hundreds, possibly thousands, of rainbow-colored snakes spewed over the arena.

One. Two. Three — three tributes were killed by the snakes, leaving Treech and one other girl, Lucy Gray. The both of them began to climb onto the ruins in the arena, with Treech on one side and the girl on the other.

The snakes began to slither their way up the ruin, inching closer and closer to the two remaining tributes. Before you knew it, the snakes got the the poor girl, the sound of a cannon booming, signaling her death. He did it. Treech won.

Yet he was still in the arena, the snakes crawling over him as he sat there, not moving a muscle. Why was he not being rescued?

“Let him out; he won!" you yelled to whoever would listen. Everyone was silent. Turning your head, you saw Coriolanus staring you down. He was pissed that you won instead of him. Still, you walked over to him; you had to get Treech out, and you hoped what you were about to do would work.

"Please, Coriolanus, I will give you the money; just tell them to get him out of there.” You whispered to him, knowing that Dr. Gaul took a liking to him and would listen. You didn’t care for the prize money; you were never doing it for the prize—you just wanted Treech to live.

Coriolanus nodded to you, yelling for them to save him from the snakes. By now, everyone in the crowd of students and parents had joined in, chanting for them to let him out as more and more snakes made their way onto his body.

“Ladies and Gentlemen." was heard over the loud sound system. “The 10th annual Hunger Games victor.” You let out a sigh of relief as you saw peacekeepers make their way into the arena, shooting at the snakes. They got him out as soon as possible, and you ran—all the way to the arena, you needed to see him.

As you arrived, you saw him being carried out on a stretcher. Making your way up to him, you noticed the condition he was in. He was no longer wearing his jacket, nor was his hat lying on his head. There were cuts and bruises all over his body.

“Hey, hey, you won." You grabbed his hand, squeezing as a way to reassure him that you were with him. He was going in and out of consciousness, but he was fighting to stay awake for you.

“Is it over?" He whimpered as they placed him in the van.

You nodded your head as you replied, “It is; you are finally going home.”

“What about you, sweetie?” He was afraid he wasn’t going to see you again. That you were going to stay in the capital; after all, you were still a capital sweetheart, and he was just a lumberjack.

"Sorry…" you paused as you stood next to his bed, holding his face in your hands. “I meant to say we--are going home.” He smirked at you, placing his hand over yours before speaking up.

“Can I get that kiss now?”

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I’m not sure if it’s a conscious thing people are doing but I’ve been seeing a LOT of people trying to discredit Scar’s win. And I don’t like it.

In the 2v1, Pearl only got one hit in, which I don’t think dealt too much damage, then let Scar handle the rest, so it was basically Scar and Pearl’s wolves vs Gem. If Scar had killed Pearl like she wanted him to, and made it a 1v1 with Scar and Gem, then Scar would’ve had extra hearts and therefore an even BETTER advantage. So I don’t think he only won the fight cuz of the 2v1.

Then people also keep saying he wouldn’t have won if Grian didn’t deal so much damage to Gem earlier. I mean… yeah??? I’m sure Gem would’ve won if nobody attacked her ever. But they did, because that’s how the series works. Grian didn’t kill Gem, Scar did. Why are we talking about how much damage Grian dealt in a conversation that isn’t about him. You could apply this logic to literally any time someone attacked someone else to discredit any kill (unless it’s a kill done on someone with full hearts and no assistance I guess lol). Like I get Grian dealt what, over 40 hearts of damage? That absolutely softened Gem up but she recovered enough to not instantly die afterwards soo. Why do we credit Grian for a kill Scar did long after he died.

I also saw someone complaining that Scar only got so many kills and won because he was picking off people with low hearts. Dude it’s literally not his fault if everyone he goes after happens to have low hearts, he couldn’t know that. With Tango, everyone knew, and Scar gave him MANY chances to escape being killed. You know what he did with the rest of the people he knew had low hearts? Let Skizz run away longer, found out Joel had low hearts and told him to go for Skizz. Does that sound like something a cheapster who wants to pick off easy kills would do??? Besides, if going after people with low hearts WAS his strategy, it would be a pretty valid one lol. Difficult to pull off too since you don’t know heart counts and not everyone escapes a fight on low health.

They also said he only won because he had too many allies? I mean, that is stupid because that’s literally part of the strategy in this series, it’s a survival/pvp/SOCIAL game. Scar has ALWAYS tried to win via having alliances. AND HE DIDNT EVEN HAVE ANY SOLID ONES SO WHAT WERE THEY ON ABOUT?? I guess because everyone decided to try to win him over to their side? Which was actually caused by him NOT having allies lol. He honestly did more helping others than being helped anyways. Well, in the finale.

Anyways, I just wanna add that this does NOT mean we gotta make fun of Gem for losing or whatever. You could say like “Gem could’ve won if only (whatever) didn’t happen!” As a way to hype her up. But saying “Scar only won because (whatever)” is just messed up. He earned that win. Gem was also deserving but things didn’t line up well for her so she got a good 3rd place. That’s just how the series goes. This makes it sound like it’s Gem fans that are discrediting Scar but honestly I don’t think it is? I just don’t want people to think you can’t hype up Gem or talk about how she could’ve won.

Back to the topic. I think the enchanting having no restrictions really helped Scar lol. It had always been a big part of his strategy and now he finally had an episode 5 that was getting stacked as hell instead of dying horribly. Happy for him.

#secret life spoilers #trafficblr #secret life smp #slsmp #life series

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shunshunrika · 11 months

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I just saw your megumi smut and need morrree! How about hanging out with the other sorcerers where he has to pull you away to have his way with you because your coyly teasing him.

(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠).... I don't want to make it coy towards Megumi though:( so see if you like what the devil on my shoulder made me write~

It's so fcking long tho, sorry bout that but I needed to flesh it out or my brain would explode.

content warnings: Okay y/n is a bxtch and megumi is too. afab!reader x megumi fushiguro, SMUT. unprotected rough sex, oral(f! recieving), overstim, penetrative sex, dacryphilia, humiliation, restraints, orgasm denial, consensual, petnames, gags, and the like. I am NOT proofreading this monstrosity.

minors dni

word count: 2k

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The glass bottle takes a decisive turn before its neck points indisputably at you.

"Y/N. The bottle chooses you. What do you pick?" Panda asks, a Cheshire smile gracing his face as the game of Truth or Dare between the adults draws on. It was Jujutsu High's 10 year reunion and all of you were grown ups and seasoned sorcerers now.

"Well since all of you pussies were choosing truth." You say, lifting your chin, "I choose dare!"

"Perfect!" Panda claps his paws together with Inumaki nodding beside him "Tuna Mayo!"

"I dare you to kiss one of the people here except Megumi ofcourse, for 10 minutes"

Well fair enough. These perverts won't make you kiss your sweetheart of 7 years in front of everyone. It won't be spicy enough since the two of you were practically a married couple to them. They wanted some drama and today out of all days, you felt like giving it to them.

As soon as the dare escapes Pandas mouth, Megumi lays a hand on your thigh under the drink ladden table.

Earlier in the day, Megumi had the balls to tell you to act 'civilized'. Recently, Megumi had hit the age where he looked a bit too irresistible (yeah, ironed formals, shadow of a clean shave, light lines of age and the sparkle of a young ceo, iykyk) and you were leaving no chance to smooch your sweetheart in public. Megumi didn't want you to showcase such behavior in front of your mates and former senpais.

Cool Megumi, then someone else will get your smooches and you knew already who the group favorite was to receive your kiss.

"w-w-why is everyone staring at me?" Yuuji Itadori quacked out, his faces barely hiding his embarrassment.

"We know you still like Y/N Itadori. Although Megumi's put a ring on her pretty much" Nobara elbows Yuuji mischievously while Megumi's grip on your thigh tightens.

"This is your time to shine,BROTHER" Aoi Todo (Yuuji's +1) slaps Yuuji's back hard, knocking the air out of him.

Wasting no time, you get up and head over to Yuuji's side of the table and slide between him and Maki as Yuuji literally starts to lose consciousness.

"Yuuji, I can't believe you still like me" you say, holding his face and looking into his teary eyes with passion. You decide to take it one step further and start unbuttoning his shirt gingerly while everyone lets out a gasp of horror.

"Y/N! The dare was to kiss not have..have..s-s-" Maki says nervously.

"You can't have sex here in public. Besides what about Megumi?!" Panda voices and all eyes turn to Megumi. Megumi who is known for having a composed nature didn't look quite composed in this moment. You smirk at your boyfriend.

"Aw. Megumi won't mind. Would you?" You coo at him, palming Yuuji's muscular chest.

"Well then" you say, lowering yourself to close the distance between you and Yuuji while Yuuji sweats bullets, unable to make decisions and wondering if his bestfriend will beat him up later.

In the last second before your action you saw Megumi's eyes go wide and heartbroken. You turned your head swiftly to kiss Maki on the cheek instead earning a shriek from everyone at the table.

"h-huh? Huhhh?" Maki goes, covering the cheek you kissed.

"What y'all really thought I'd kiss another man? How low is your opinion of me!" You say, pouting as you hear Yuuji and practically everyone else sink into their chairs in relief. Everyone except Megumi who gets up and grabs his belongings.

"I'll head home for the evening guys. Have fun" he says, making eye contact and smiling at everyone except you. You feel your jubilant smile drop quickly as you hurry to be beside him.

"W-well, guess I'll be going too" you say awkwardly, waving a goodbye to the stunned group.

Megumi ignored your declaration as he headed to his car without waiting for you and you had to practically chase him down before he could leave without you. You got into the Mercedes just as its engine purred to life smoothly.

"Megumi!" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Are you nuts? Were you going to leave without me?" You asked in a panic while Megumi remained as cool as a cucumber and gave you no reaction nor response whatsoever. He simply drove at lightspeed, hands not letting go of the steering while you pleaded with him.

"Megumi. It was a joke alright." You said, hastily removing your strappy heels, cursing at how difficult they were. Megumi had already shut the door behind him as he entered the house. When you managed to open the door again, you screeched "You're fucking overreacting!"

Dead silence.

Megumi had stopped in his tracks to turn to look at you with fearsome eyes bearing a shadow of hostility. You gulped at his aura.

"I am overreacting? Huh?" He said, approaching you and pulling you by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm overreacting? Let me see. That means I can call Nobara here and fuck the brains out of her no?" He asks, his eyes guaging your reaction. You are unable to speak, struggling under his iron grip.

He opens the door to your bedroom and pushes you onto the bed.

"You want me to bring Momo and Miwa here and overstimulate the daylights out of them right in front of you? I'd like that to be honest. It really turns me on you know. Ahhh."

"Me-Megumi, stop that." You say, looking up at his towering figure from the bed. "You don't have to go that far."

"What's wrong?" He asks. "Feeling bad?" He deftly removes his striped tie from his collar in one go and wraps it in rolls around his hand.

"You're so dramatic Y/N." Megumi smirks. "I'm not doing anything, I'm just voicing my thoughts. You should get the joke" he says, grabbing both of your hands in one of his and tying them up with his tie.

"I'm sorry." You say timidly. You'll be fine after all. He's going to have makeup sex now.

After every argument you have ever had with Megumi, he always turns to makeup sex as a way to express his apology incase the fight got too heated. He hasn't ever used his tie as a restraint during makeup sex before though, so that left you curious and directionless.

"Nobara." He declares. "that's the safe word." An evil glint in his usually kind eyes.

"Are you serious?" You ask.

"I make jokes less frequently than you do" he says, hands waiting on the hem of the velvety skirt you are wearing. This was his way of asking for permission. For whatever he has set up, till now and whatever he's about to do. You gulp, intimidated and excited at the same time. If you were to voice refusal, Megumi would stop instantly.

"Fine then. Nobara it is. Not like I'll use it ever." You say, sticking out your tongue to him.

With that greenlight, Megumi wastes no time stripping you off your pencil skirt and halter neck top as you squirm with your arms behind you, getting eager by the second.

"Wow, look at you." he says, grabbing you by the jaw. "Humiliation doesn't affect you at all."

"It's because it's my Megumi." you grin at him. "Kiss me." you pout, trying to hoist yourself up despite your restraint but Megumi backs up swiftly.

"Nuh-uh." he smirks. "You won't get to lay a finger on me today."

"What?" you gasp and plop back down. "That's not fair. I want to suck on your lips right now!"

"Sounds like your problem." he says, cocking his head to side, removing your lacy panties out of the way - a practice of several years. Right when he's about to go down on you though, his phone buzzes with life.

Megumi looks over his shoulder to check as you protest when he proceeds to pick it up. He holds it between his ear and left shoulder, continuing to descend on you.

"Yeah, Itadori, what's up?" he says, licking a stripe up one of your nether lips. Your body freezes at that. You can faintly hear Yuuji's voice on the other end since he's so LOUD.

"Hey bud. I just wanted to check if you and Y/n are okay. Y'all left so suddenly. I'm really sorry about what happened, I told Panda senpai off after that and Maki senpai contributed a few punches."

"Hey, you're worrying too much." Megumi says, grabbing your hips and placing a kiss on your swollen clit earn a moan from you.

"Huh? What was that?" Yuuji asks on the other end, and you shake your head furiously at Megumi.

"Hmm... nothing. You're hallucinating." Megumi says, sucking on the nub, making your wrap your thighs against his head.

"If you're having a popsicle or something I'll call later yo. Eat in peace." Yuuji says, innocently, cutting the phone as you sigh in relief.

"Ah what a killjoy." Megumi curses, kissing your inner thighs.

"What are you relieved about?" he asks before plunging tongue-first into the depths of your pussy and staying there to explore the walls with his muscle. The inability to use your hands to grab on to something, his hair, the sheets, anything was really messing with you. You just smothered him with thighs to maintain your grip on reality. Your hips raised up and away from him when he found a particularly sensitive spot inside you. He placed a hand on your belly to keep you from moving. "Where are you running away, baby?"

"M-m-megumi. I am so close." you stammer as he continues his assault on your womanhood. "- so, so, so close. GOD." you gasp.

At that moment, Megumi removes his mouth from your vagina, making your eyes go wide in horror and anger.

"What? H-hey, get back on there. What are you doing?" you say, struggling against the sheets.

"Y/N. I'll do things my way, okay." Megumi smiles at you. "And shut up for a bit." he says, stuffing the panties he discarded earlier into your mouth. Your head spun from your own potent scent. You don't know how he dealt with it.

You watched him silently as he wasted time kissing your thighs and pussy lips again. He knew exactly what he was doing. This was no less than a declaration of war.

You still had reign over your lower body so you thrust your hips up and onto his mouth, surprising him. This time, he continued what he was doing, but it was a restart for you anyway.

More suckling. More tongue dives. More muffled moaning later, another orgasm blooms inside you and your eyes roll back. But Megumi let's go moments before you're about to climax.

"Mmmm!" you whimper, unable to say anything. Your eyes well up with tears. Megumi spots this and removes the fabric from your mouth. He leans in a bit too close to your face and coos at you. "Why is my bratty baby crying?" his brows go up in sympathy. "You feeling overwhelmed?"

At this point, you pool all of your strength to raise yourself up and chase his lips and he backs away again.

"Hmm.. no."

Now you practically have a river flowing down your cheeks. Your pussy hurts from almost hitting peak twice or thrice. It sucks. Megumi sucks. Yet, yet... you were somehow still turned on.

"Megumi." you say seriously. "You know I haven't thought about anyone except you for a decade right?"

"I rejected Yuuji four times because I was so in love with you back in school. Do you not remember? And Yuuji still had it better than me, because you rejected me a dozen times throughout school, you ass!" you remind him. It was true. You fell first. But he seemed to have fallen harder over the years. He had given you one chance on graduation day and you had completely capitalized on it.

"It had always been you Megumi. My first one and my only one." you say, now crying for real.

"Shh.." Megumi whispers, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Y/N." He kisses your forehead and nose next. "You really know how to turn the situation your way, you smartass." he says, snaking a hand under your body to grope your ass. His hands brush against your tied up ones.

He makes you sit up and unties you, checking to make sure there aren't any marks. Fortunately, there aren't. The first thing you do is swing your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. "Never stop me from touching you again." you mumble into the crook of his neck.

You feel something sticking out and poking at your thigh and you find Megumi's angry cock dying to grab your attention. Megumi gulps as you eye his member curiously.

"Megumi." you start. "Should I do to you what you did to me?"

"Nobara." he says.

"HUH?" you raise your voice, unable to understand why he suddenly took her name until you remember it's your safe word.

"What? You want to stop?" you ask him genuinely.

"No, I don't. But if you deny me my orgasm. It might be too much for me to handle." he admits embarrassingly, pursing his lips.

"Megumi, you are too cruel." you say, hoisting yourself up and impaling yourself on his hard on. You appreciate how it fills you up completely. "I am not letting you get away." you add, starting to bounce up and down on his cock, angling yourself so it hits your good spots. You also make your chest is suffocating Megumi at all times as you let a symphony of moans and whines flow out of you.

You hold on to his muscular shoulders for dear life as your nth orgasm of the day creeps up onto you. This time you don't tell him you are coming and let yourself get undone on his cock, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

"Oh my goodness." you cry out, leaning away from him. You look at his face and realize by his fucked up expression that he probably came alongside you. This gives you a brilliant idea as you quickly recover from your climax.

You don't stop moving around his cock. You keep up at it like you never came and Megumi starts to scratch at your back, clearly overstimulated but not saying anything. You proceed to then crash your lips against his, twisting his nipple in your fingers as he whimpers. Eventually, it becomes too much for him to bear.

He separates from you, drooling. "Y/n. W-wait. It's too much!"

"It's not." you say teasingly. "Just once more." You keep up your pace, making him thrust in and out of you. Before you can best him though, he recovers too.

He grabs your waist and changes positions, pushing you into the mattress and into a mating press, thrusting into you like a monster.

"M-m-megu-" you are unable to speak from how hard you are being moved. You come again. and again. and again. and Megumi keeps going. Like a crazed animal.

"Stop I'll die now!" you scream, your knees bumping against your chin from the position.

This is when Megumi finally releases for the second time, and collapses on you.

"Payback, for all those times I didn't let you -"

"Megumi, you're really - " you manage to whisper as you feel your eyes starting to shut.

The both of you doze off just like that, entangled and dirty with juice.

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(okay boys, thanks for reading! LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS. I do have an idea for part 2 of this where Megumi feels gulity about how he behaved and tries to make it up to the reader. it'll be fluffy and romantic. I'll write it if this gets enough hits and enough people want a part 2. PEACE :) )

#megumi Fushiguro smut #gojo smut #geto smut #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #angst #anime smut #x reader #megumi x reader #itadori #megumi #megumi x y/n

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jjkeverlast · 1 year

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only when you're lonely | jjk (m)

➳ pairing human!jk x succubus!f.reader

➳ genres/aus supernatural au, demon au, college au, college party au, humor, smut, sub!jk, fake dating au & angst

➳ summary jungkook has never dated anyone, because of you and you're soft touches that bring him to orbit. it's all it's ever been, just sex between you. although, it brings an unexpected turn when jungkook accidentally blurts you out as his girlfriend to his college friends which results in them expecting you to an upcoming party. what jungkook doesn't know is that you're much more than just someone he meets when he's lonely.

➳ word count 7.5k

➳ author's note alright, this is for all my dominant besties who love to make a mess out of a man. 🗿

part of to love a monster collab !!

Jeon Jungkook might’ve fucked up.

Scratch that. Jeon Jungkook fucked up.

It’s determined how badly he did, when Taehyung exposes his boxy smile paired up with Hoseok clapping cheerfully. Here they are, being his best friends supporting him while he didn’t even think twice about lying to their faces.

The lie, of course backfired and now every nerve in Jungkook’s body is panicking.

Although, he did cause this towards himself.

‘’Come on Jungkook, bring her!’’ Hoseok encourages him once again, after Jungkook announced that he was seeing someone, actually no that wasn’t exactly what he said. It was more something along the lines of; ‘’I have a girlfriend.’’ Instead of being completely honest about his absence towards his friends.

The truth is, Jungkook had met you, a random night while he struggled to study and his roommate was out to yet another party. He loved being by himself, but for some reason, the empty dorm only pushed him to feel lonely and that’s when he decided, a walk could be a great escape to this sneaky feeling that was about to rest itself within him.

When he had walked out, you were standing in the middle of the hallway, looking like a lost puppy but glowing regardless. Jungkook had been infatuated with you ever since he saw you. There was just something about you that made his breath hitch, his heart increase its beats and palms starting to sweat. He has never felt like this before.

Which explains him catching himself talking to you, despite being an introvert and casually avoiding strangers and transgressive conversations. But with you, somehow it was easy.

You both walked around all over campus, until the cool air was unbearable for a nice stroll. Jungkook had taken the initiative to bring you back to his dorm, mostly because his roommate wasn’t there but also because he just couldn’t seem to let you go so soon.

One thing he never expected from you was how bold you were. Jungkook was explaining to you about his friends, until the conversation turned silent and you kissed him. Everything in Jungkook’s body jumped by the touch of your lips, emotions swirling around and mind clouded fully.

The moment lasted longer when you began to straddle his lap, running your delicate fingers through his hair making him moan against your mouth while holding tightly onto your waist. Jungkook was uncertain if you wanted to proceed, but before he even had the chance to ask you, you were grinding down on him and that was more than enough for Jungkook to follow your lead.

Your bodies were hot and flushed against one another, your hips slamming down to meet his own at a rapid pace and Jungkook lost his breath, voice clogged when his orgasm was about to reach him. You would whisper praise to him, take care of him in the moment, letting him feel the immense pleasure you would give to him.

The moment was short, but Jungkook felt special. The lonely feeling from earlier vanished ever since he had seen your curious eyes, studying the hallway as if it were an odd painting at a museum.

What Jungkook hadn’t expected was the aftermath. Here he was, being vulnerable in front of you and you were in a rush to leave. Jungkook started to doubt himself, the kiss, the sex… everything that had happened within those few hours with you.

Yet again, you proved him wrong, kissing him before leaving which made him stay hopeful to catch you around campus soon.

And he did, whenever that unsettling feeling of loneliness would grab him by the throat, he’d see you.

‘’Jungkook. We know you don’t like parties, but just this once.’’ Taehyung gave him his puppy dog eyes that worked like magic. Jungkook could never say no to either Taehyung or Hoseok so he nodded.

Class was starting, making them part ways and that’s when the panic seeped through for Jungkook.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He couldn’t possibly bring you to this party. Not when neither of you have discussed what this is. Jungkook really likes spending time with you, and letting you fuck him as you please but dating you was out of the question.

There weren't any moments that could lead to something more. You’d always leave in a hurry after sex and Jungkook would let you.

Now Jungkook had been too scared to admit to his two best friends that the reason he hasn’t had any time for them, is because he’s too busy fucking.

Which explains the terrible lie Jungkook had laid out without even thinking twice. He should have, if he had thought about it for a bit longer, he wouldn’t be fidgeting in class, bouncing his leg up and down in worry.

He is indeed, fucked.

Hoseok’s party had started two hours ago, and Jungkook hadn't moved an inch. He’s currently admiring the tiny holes in the ceiling, counting them down when he starts to feel bad. He had thrown a promise to his friends, who are highly waiting for him to walk in, yet he’s currently ditching them.

Jungkook fidgets with his rings, almost sulking in bed over the current situation and how he hasn’t managed to find you anywhere today. Before he can think any further, there’s a knock at his door and he immediately starts to panic, thinking that Taehyung probably came all this way to scold him personally and afterwards dragging him to the party before he protests.

However, it isn’t Taehyung with a frown that he’s met with, but you.

‘’Hi.’’ You greet, throwing yourself on Jungkook with an intimate kiss that could lead to much more than a simple welcoming kiss.

Jungkook would love for this to go further, still, he can’t ignore his friend's request and his promise. It makes him pull away from your warm grasp, and that makes your brows turn to a frown.

‘’Is something wrong?’’

Jungkook gulps down, stressing internally on how to bring the issue to the table.

‘’Yes, I mean no. Wait, okay, maybe.’’ He winces when you remove yourself, standing awkwardly in front of him and a tinge of guilt begins to form.

‘’I want to continue. It’s just, I promised my friends to come to this party.’’

‘’Party?’’ You repeat, sounding uncertain yet curious. Jungkook nods softly, nerves tempting him to continue.

‘’I may, okay fuck, I lied to them.’’ Jungkook gulps again, fidgeting with his rings while staring down at the rug covering the dorm.

‘’That’s great!’’ You smile at him, but when Jungkook frowns, you begin to doubt. ‘’Right?’’

‘’Well, no.’’ Jungkook comments on the obvious response, and you nod awkwardly.

‘’I told them you’re my girlfriend.’’

The words hang heavy in the room, and he doesn’t know what to expect from you. Maybe anger, irritation or leaving him with no words in return.

‘’Girlfriend? What’s that?’’ Your eyes open wide, awaiting for Jungkook to respond and he’s rather uncertain if you’re being honest or messing with him to bring him to a better mood.

‘’You know… dating.’’

Your eyes squint, biting down on your tongue. ‘’Dating.’’

You’re not following and Jungkook’s patience is running on a thin thread, due to him being extremely late to the event.

‘’Fuck it, just follow my lead.’’ Jungkook grabs your hand in his, your skin burning his palm within seconds.

‘’Um, Jungkook, what are we doing?’’

He doesn’t slow down his steps, nearing the party which is easy to tell because of the blasting music being heard from miles away.

‘’We’re gonna have some fun. Don’t overthink it.’’ Jungkook manages to smile at you, despite internally screaming at himself to run back and curl into a ball.

The party is bigger than he expected, but then again Hoseok has never thrown small parties. The social butterfly knew so many from campus that Jungkook had lost count, and Taehyung was just like Hoseok. Which explains why many were surprised to learn how the three were close.

Jungkook was the opposite, leaning behind them and keeping himself in his room most of the time. Even though he preferred to be within the company of himself, Hoseok and Taehyung managed to push a side of him he wasn’t even aware of.

The living room is cramped when Jungkook drags you inside, and the first thing that catches your sight is people dancing, grinding down on one another as if people can’t see them clearly.

Jungkook isn’t pleased by the sight, trying to ignore the shameless adults in the corner whereas you’re smiling at the sight.

‘’Jungkook! You came!’’ Taehyung’s voice booms through the speakers, catching Jungkook and you off guard. Your palm is still resting heavy against his, warm just as earlier.

The minute Taehyung catches you behind Jungkook, his eyes light up.

‘’Hi, I’m Taehyung. Nice to meet you.’’ You step forward to greet him properly.

‘’I’m Y/N!’’

Taehyung notices the intertwined hands, and Jungkook’s shy smile peaking through. It’s odd seeing his best friend having a partner, especially because he knows how Jungkook gets around people, except for him and Hoseok.

So, to meet you has him thrilled and he definitely understands why Jungkook fell for you. Your curious gaze and excited state glows in the room for everyone to see.

Hoseok comes running from behind, carrying to welcome shots.

‘’Finally you show up! Thought for a minute you were gonna ditch us.’’ Hoseok’s eyebrows raise, and Jungkook tries his best to be subtle that it was his ulterior motive to ditch his friends in the end. But now he’s here, and the lies only continue to pile up. He really has to stop doing that.

‘’Never, this is Y/N. My girlfriend.’’ He squeezes your hand, and you greet Hoseok respectfully before catching the small glasses he’s holding up, filled with a form of substance.

‘’Well, it’s very nice to meet you.’’ Hoseok quickly glances at Jungkook, approving with his eyes while you’re too blunt to notice.

‘’Now, bottoms up!’’ Hoseok hands you both the glass, and you study it for a bit too long, whereas Jungkook had already chugged the alcohol, hissing by the burning sensation settling in his throat.

‘’Is something wrong?’’ Taehyung asks you gently, and you look up, realizing all three have their eyes on you.

‘’Um, what is this?’’

Hoseok stifles a laugh at your question. ‘’Just drink it.’’

You shrug, taking it in one go. Jungkook notices how your features barely react to the alcohol.

‘’Damn, someone knows how to take a shot!’’ Taehyung jokes, hitting you with his shoulders in a playful manner.

After that one shot, Hoseok and Taehyung challenged you against them in a chugging competition. For Jungkook, he’s standing by the sideline, watching the chaos slowly unfold in the cramped kitchen.

It somehow warms Jungkook’s heart to see how much fun his friends are having with you. Even though you’ve acted a bit odd regarding the situation, you surely know how to handle alcohol because not once have you lost your composure.

The way you handle alcohol, catches the attention of multiple students who were walking by. When they begin to cheer, you continue to chug, beating Hoseok and Taehyung who’ve already given up halfway through, the alcohol going against them. For you, you’re still standing, a smile to your lips while the liquor slowly vanishes with time.

‘’Jungkook! Your girlfriend is fucking wild.’’ Taehyung slurs, clutching himself lazily on Jungkook, who’s still keeping his sight on you in the middle of a cramped circle.

‘’Yeah.’’

Your eyes meet him in the crowded kitchen, the view half blurry for Jungkook, but regardless you shine through and his body almost melts at the sight. Hoseok throws an arm around you, pushing through the unnecessary crowd.

Jungkook doesn’t know if Hoseok pushing you towards him is on purpose or not. But he grabs you carefully, making sure you don’t stumble and you delicately look at him. It’s then that Jungkook notices how much life there is in your eyes. Your eyes are lighting up, and it reminds Jungkook of the first time he rode a rollercoaster and his mother took a picture while he was waiting in the queue.

‘’Hi.’’ Jungkook whispers, for only you to hear.

‘’Hi.’’

‘’Okay lovebirds. Let’s play a game of beer pong.’’ Taehyung breaks up the cute moment, and you laugh but follow their lead.

Hoseok is kind enough to explain the rules, noticing how confused you are by the cups in a triangle shape.

The first serve is done by Taehyung, landing perfectly in the middle and he cheers in victory while Hoseok dances next to him happily. Jungkook looks beside himself, and your gaze has softened along with your features. You seem to really be enjoying yourself, but something else seems off.

You look sad.

‘’All right, come on Jungkook! Give us what you got.’’ Taehyung encourages, his ego flying higher by the minute whenever he lands yet another cup.

‘’Blow on it.’’ Jungkook holds the beer covered ping pong ball, guiding it towards your lips.

‘’Why?’’

‘’For good luck.’’ You then proceed to obey, blowing carefully on the ball and Jungkook begins to aim for the outer cups. Luckily, the ball lands on the cup he purposefully aimed for and Jungkook grabs you from feeling excited.

You’re taken back by the sudden hug, but Jungkook is too drunk to notice.

The game continues for a little longer, you nailing almost every cup in sight and Jungkook is surprised that this is your first time. Taehyung and Hoseok continue to look at them in admiration and before Jungkook can manage to enjoy this moment, he remembers that it’s all fake.

‘’Victory is yours if you get the last cup.’’ Taehyung explains as you hold tightly onto the tiny white ball.

‘’Blow on it.’’ You repeat Jungkook’s words from earlier, and he chuckles before doing so.

With a deep breath, you swing your arm, letting go of the ball. There’s a silence in the air for a short moment, until it lands perfectly and you spring up.

‘’Jungkook! I did it! We won!’’ Your arms wrap around his neck, while his arms wrap tightly around your waist. His face buries itself it in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that he’s grown to like throughout the time of spending time with you, or more so having you fuck him as you please.

Jungkook quickly scolds himself for thinking about that when you’re currently sharing a very soft moment. One that isn’t exactly real.

The moment is cut short, when you pull away creating distance. You look uncertain, not daring to meet Jungkook’s eyes, and it changes the sudden atmosphere. Jungkook tries his best not to let it get to him, after all it has never been more than sex between you. Bringing you into a situation that can unravel awkwardness between your so-called relationship is a risk. But somehow, you seem to indulge easily, not only with Jungkook but his friends as well.

Taehyung is a savior, slinging his arms around you both, too drunk to stand up by himself. One thing is certain about Taehyung, alcohol is not his best friend. But he always lets that go whenever Hoseok throws parties, the ambiance somewhat always fitting for drinks with a bunch of other students that are familiar with Hoseok mostly.

‘’Taehyung, didn’t I warn you about drinking soju too quickly?’’ Jungkook jokes, earning an eye roll from his best friend.

‘’Haven’t I warned you to shut up?’’ The small banter makes you chuckle, nevertheless the sadness glimpses through your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart tense at the sight.

The music turns up a notch, a more lively dance floor forming in the pits of the living room. Hoseok had bought too many lights to count, and you’d quickly think you’d stepped into a club rather than a cozy apartment. Do not ever underestimate the powers of Hoseok when it comes to throwing an actual party.

One thing Jungkook has always adored is how Hoseok manages to make everyone feel comfortable. Most people are letting loose, some more than others, and Jungkook didn’t miss out on how you didn’t mind the erotic scene some students weren’t afraid to showcase, despite almost showing absolutely no mercy.

‘’What are you guys still doing in the kitchen? Come dance!’’ Hoseok shouts across the kitchen, making all of your heads turn and no one can ever say no to the Jung Hoseok, so they trail behind catching up before they’re met with a scolding from him.

It’s comical for Jungkook seeing you stand straight while others dance with no shame, bumping into you once or twice. The curious gaze you carry never gets tiring for Jungkook, he really admires how you’re taking notice of how people move.

‘’Do you not know how to dance?’’ Jungkook shouts through the music.

You shake your head, holding onto your form nervously while the fluorescent lights shine down on you, making your skin glow in different colors.

Jungkook pushes a hand through his blond hair that has turned damp and he catches how your mouth slightly drops at the sight. The tension is unwanted, but it’s visible, as a thin thread clutches you both.

‘’I’ll show you.’’ You seem to hesitate, before grabbing onto Jungkook, following the rhythm of his body. Taehyung and Hoseok are too busy in their own world with silly dance moves, to notice how the room grows hotter because of Jungkook and you.

Once you’ve gotten used to moving along with the beating rhythm filling the room, Jungkook almost forgets how to breathe. Your warm skin trails on his exposed arms, while your hot breath lands on the side of his neck. Jungkook is uncertain about the situation and how an innocent dance lesson makes his head spin. He knows deep down it’s because it’s you. It’s you leaning into him, you affecting every body part of his by the slightest touch and no one else.

Jeon Jungkook is fucking whipped.

The intimate moment is cut short when you lose your sudden composure. Jungkook thinks for a second that the earlier chugging game had finally caused an effect, but from the looks of it, it’s much more than that.

The lights aren’t exactly helping. It’s hard for Jungkook to really see you, but you can barely hold yourself up. Jungkook offers some help, holding onto you and that’s when he notices how cold your skin feels.

‘’Hey, hey, you okay?’’ He whispers carefully, studying your eyes that are begging to shut, eyelids drooping down despite you trying to keep them open.

‘’I don’t— I don’t feel so well.’’

The sentence sends an alarm in Jungkook’s body, making him drag you out of the dance floor and into Hoseok’s room who’s off limits to everyone — Jungkook and Taehyung have always been an exception.

He leaves you for a moment, grabbing some water in a hurry and he comes back and you're sprawled onto Hoseok’s bed, lying completely still.

Jungkook grabs ahold of your head, making you lean upwards and he takes the opportunity to make you drink water. Your skin continues to grow cold, and it worries Jungkook who’s perfectly warm and even sweating through his shirt.

‘’Are you doing any better?’’ Jungkook keeps his hands on you, scared you’ll collapse onto the bed.

‘’No.’’

‘’Do you need me to call someone? Take you home?’’ Jungkook mumbles, studying your face that worsens the longer time passes.

‘’Jungkook.’’

‘’I’ll take you home, clearly you aren’t doing well and I just—’’ Jungkook’s words make a stop when you grab him by the forearm.

‘’Jungkook.’’ You breathe out, struggling to speak. ‘’And here I thought it was a fucking myth.’’ You mutter under your breath, leaning on the covers again.

‘’Myth?’’

‘’I haven’t been completely honest.’’ You wince, the pain worsening with time and frankly your body is running on a clock.

‘’Honest? About?’’ Jungkook is still worried, wanting to take you somewhere more safe, almost desperate to have you okay.

‘’I’m, fuck, I’m a succubus.’’

Maybe it's because of the alcohol, or maybe Jungkook is just downright stupid because the next thing that comes out of his mouth doesn't exactly help the current situation.

‘’Suck a what now?’’ Jungkook’s eyes grow wide, still half panicking because here you are, cold as ice and wincing in pain while he’s trying to figure out what you had just told him.

‘’Jungkook.’’ A small laugh manages to fill the room, even though you’re currently in pain. ‘’I’m a sex demon.’’

‘’Oh.’’ Oh.

Jungkook feels the air getting knocked out of him, because truly demons can’t be real and Jungkook really doesn’t have the time to indulge into supernatural elements when you’re barely there, tuning out as the longer time passes.

‘’Listen, this fucking pain is getting worse and I just—’’ You groan, having trouble breathing. Jungkook surges forward, embracing you out of worry. He can’t lose you. He won’t.

‘’Tell me what to do. There must be something I can do for this pain to stop.’’ Jungkook’s fingers delicately graze above your cold cheeks, holding onto you as much as he can.

‘’Jungkook, it’s– it’s much more complicated than that.’’ You sigh, removing your eyes on him, almost as if you’re avoiding something and it pains Jungkook.

‘’No, no please tell me.’’ Jungkook cannot believe the shit he’s saying, not after you literally admitted you aren’t an actual human being, and that maybe there aren't just demons lurking on earth, but vampires and— oh my god what if there're werewolves?

And now he’s scolding himself internally for even thinking about that, when you’re turning almost to ice.

‘’The myth… the myth is that if you don’t complete your task, you’ll be in excruciating pain until you manage to do it.’’

‘’And that explains how you’re…’’

‘’Currently in pain, yes. I- I think so. Fuck.’’ You wince, clutching yourself tight onto Jungkook’s wrist.

‘’Is… Is your task for you to fuck me?’’ Jungkook’s words are uncertain, but with the way your eyes blow wide, he knows he hit the jackpot.

‘’Jungkook.’’ You seem guilty, as if you don’t want to force Jungkook to have sex with you, only because you’re in a lot of pain and won’t be better if he’s not there to help you. Afterall, you’re here because of him.

Only him.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, instead he kisses you gently. It’s a small peck to begin with, and already from that simple touch, your fingertips begin to feel warmer against his skin.

But despite Jungkook doing that, you still pull away with very little force, still wearing the heavy guilt that glimpses behind your eyes.

‘’I don’t want to use you Jungkook.’’

He completely understands where you’re coming from. It does seem as if he’s letting himself be used by you, only because you’re in a lot of pain and probably on the brim of dying. But, Jungkook always wants you, has never stopped wanting you and truthfully he was waiting for you to pull a move at this party because fuck.

‘’You’re not.’’ Jungkook carefully kisses you again, for reassurance. It works, and you softly melt into his touch, moving your lips with his.

‘’Okay.’’ You whisper, before continuing and pulling Jungkook above you. As time runs with every kiss shared, your body begins to gain the warmth you’ve always carried and Jungkook takes it as a good sign.

You’ll be okay.

It isn’t weird for Jungkook to be hovering over you, but it’s new. Jungkook has always felt more comfortable with being taken care of, having you on top of him and doing whatever you please, which always ends with an unforgettable orgasm.

Your delicate touch turns into pulling, showing you’ve gained more force and Jungkook lets you. He can’t get enough of how desperate you are to please him, and make a mess out of him under you.

Jungkook whines when you buck your hips upwards, wanting to feel more of him. Your lips trail further, settling for his neck and sucking on the soft skin which turns red.

“Be good for me, and lay down.” You demand, and Jungkook obeys, rolling over so you can straddle him.

When you do, Jungkook loses his breath over how beautiful you look above him. Your hands roaming on his chest, and fiddling beneath the shirt, a signal you want it removed. When Jungkook moves upwards, he removes his shirt with ease, throwing it on the ground.

Your hands already feel warmer, as they settle on his chest before you grind down on him. The way you move your hips, has Jungkook breathing heavily because god, you feel fucking amazing.

He isn’t even surprised when he’s already semi-hard from a bit of grinding, and you bite your lip, indicating you can indeed feel how hard he gets by the minute.

“Look at you.” Your eyes study him. Until you pull on his belt, getting it undone so that the waistband of his boxers come into view.

Lifting your hips, Jungkook has an easier time taking off his pants and boxers. It’s not that either of you are in a rush, but your skin is still cold in some places and that makes Jungkook worry.

The worry that threads into Jungkook, is quickly gone when you get undressed, your bare core exposed. The energy in your body is growing with every step, so you’re able to stand up, removing anything that’s in the way.

You settle back down, grinding down on Jungkook’s cock, and fuck. Jungkook can feel just how wet you are.

“Ah— fuck.” Jungkook bites back a moan, yet you? You don’t exactly keep quiet, letting him know how good his cock feels bare against you.

“Such a good boy, baby.” You praise, leaning down to kiss him again. It fuels something inside of Jungkook, tasting your tongue as he can feel every inch of you.

“Please. I need—“ Jungkook is impatient, sue him. He just can’t hold it in himself any longer. He’s basically obsessed with how you feel around him, the way you squeeze him so easily, and how warm you feel.

“Hmm?”

“Please, ride me.”

Something Jungkook has learned when sleeping with you, is that you won’t do something until he asks.

So, when he asks gently, almost whining when you stop kissing him, you comply.

As you grab onto the base of his cock, Jungkook feels the warmth of you wrapping him by the second. It’s an unexplainable feeling, all Jungkook knows is that he won’t last long. He can’t possibly, not when you feel this fucking good.

You begin to move, your hips rise and fall and whenever every inch of Jungkook is inside of you, he whines out of pleasure. Your hands are pressed down onto his chest for support, breathing heavily as you continue.

Jungkook grabs onto your hips, feeling how warm you’ve turned. You never stop, keeping a good pace that sends Jungkook into a whirlwind, his brain fuzzy and unfocused.

Your fingers thread into his hair, pulling the roots as you go back to kissing him harshly. Jungkook can barely kiss back, too overwhelmed with the way you feel around him. It hasn’t even struck him that he’s literally being fucked by a demon. For him, it’s just you.

Heavy pants are being exchanged, as both your lips are parted. Jungkook’s body tenses beneath you, a signal that he’s almost at his limit.

“I want you to come all over yourself.” You say, as you lean your forehead against his. Jungkook’s eyes are looking down, admiring the view of how he slowly disappears inside of you.

“Can you do that for me, baby?” You’d love nothing more than to see him so messy beneath you, covered in his own cum.

“Y-yeah.” Jungkook moans against your lips, his breath beginning to hitch and that’s when you feel his cock twitching inside of you.

You make him pull out of you, pumping his cock until Jungkook loudly whines, coming undone all over his abs.

Jungkook is still high from the feeling, trying to catch his breath. You wait a bit, wanting him to be present when you make your next move.

“Holy fuck.” Jungkook says as he exhales loudly. You smile at him, before leaning down and letting your tongue run freely over his abs.

When Jungkook notices you licking him clean, he groans. How are you even fucking real?

“Thank you.” You express right after, sitting back down.

“What happens now?” Jungkook’s brain is still half dizzy, but now he knows much more about you than he ever thought and he wants answers.

“I have to go back to hell. But before I do, I think we need to talk.”

Jungkook nods, following your steps into dressing up. When you’re both fully clothed, you sit beside each other.

“Normally, someone summons succubus or incubus if you’d want a man.”

Jungkook’s ears turn hot at the comment. He’d never imagined that they were not only women who do this.

“But you, you summoned me in another way. Remember the first time we met?” Jungkook nods, keeping his lips sealed shut.

“That lonely feeling you carry, it somehow summons me. That’s why whenever you felt lonely, I’d show up.”

Jungkook needs time to process. He wasn’t aware that he could do that, but it all somehow makes sense.

“Because you don’t know that you’ve summoned me, I’m not supposed to tell you what I am. It’s against our contracts.” Your eyes show a glimpse of sadness and Jungkook’s stomach turns uncomfortably.

“Now you know, which means we won’t be able to see each other anymore. I’m sorry, I wish things were different. Especially after getting a glimpse of what life truly is. I’ve never had this much fun before.” Now it clicks for Jungkook. Your sad eyes whenever Taehyung and Hoseok would do silly things, and especially during beer pong when you shone with light.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Jungkook’s tone is pleading. He really doesn’t want to say goodbye, not after he realized just how much he likes you.

“I’m sorry Jungkook.”

It’s the last words that come out of you, before you disappear and Jungkook is left all alone in the bedroom.

The first week without you, Jungkook feels empty. Hoseok and Taehyung notice quickly, but don’t comment on it. They know Jungkook would tell them if anything was bothering him. Somehow their gut feeling is telling them that it’s something to do with you.

Jungkook finally gains courage, and lies once more to his friends. Telling them that you had to go back home, because of family issues and Taehyung and Hoseok easily fall for it.

Again, Jungkook feels like absolute shit that he hasn’t only lied to his friends, but he didn’t even admit how much he likes you. A gut feeling inside of him, tells him you feel the same. But, to protect his little poor heart, he ignores it and tries to continue with his life.

Time passes quickly, and Jungkook is at another party, hosted by Hoseok. He already regrets coming, because of all the memories this place holds. The first time he ever saw you excited, but mostly happy. The most genuine happiness he has ever seen in someone. He wishes things were different. He wishes you’d live the life you wanted, instead of the one you were assigned to.

After trying to get something out of tonight, Jungkook decides to leave and go back to his own dorm. An itching feeling inside of him, tells him to research everything there is about succubus.

So, he does. He stays up until 3 a.m, despite having a morning class the following day. Jungkook learns a lot that night. He learns that demons in general can choose to become humans, but it would have to go through Satan himself. It’s possible for them to walk on this earth, no longer being immortal.

Maybe, maybe you’re thinking that you’d want nothing more than to stay here. After finally getting an actual glimpse of what life is all about, maybe you would change your mind.

Jungkook can only ever dream of that being possible.

A month.

It’s been exactly a month since Jungkook last saw you, felt you close and was able to smell you. The empty feeling Jungkook carried the first week you were gone, turned even deeper. He wasn’t feeling lonely, only missed you. Jungkook would be walking around on campus, and seeing some girls pass by him, only in hopes of seeing you.

The whole thing made Jungkook lose his touch with life. He’d stop partying, hanging out with Hoseok and Taehyung and do anything that was remotely fun.

Jungkook’s last class for the day just ended. He walks slowly to his dorm, wanting to drop dead on his bed and sleep. He’s felt a different kind of exhaustion ever since he had to see you go.

When he opens the door, he sees you, sitting on his bed fidgeting with your fingers. No, you’re not here. He’s fucking hallucinating again because of how much he misses you and—

“Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. Holy shit.

“Y/N? Is it really you?” He moves closer with caution, and when he feels your soft hand touch him, he knows this is real. You’re here.

“I’m here. It’s real.” You smile softly, not removing your firm grasp around his wrist.��

“I– why are you here? I thought–’’ Jungkook starts, confusion laced in his tone.

“Jungkook, when I left that day, I felt terrible. When I realized why, I knew I couldn’t stay in hell. I wanted to live, to be a human and…’’ Your eyes avert somewhere else, too shy to look at him. ‘’And to be with you.’’ The last part is barely a whisper, but Jungkook catches it quickly and his heart almost bursts out of his chest.

Jungkook steps closer, cradling your face with his hands. “I want to be with you too. I can’t believe this is real.” Jungkook is in disbelief. You’re here, to stay.

“I want this. What was that thing you called it?’’

“Dating.”

“Yes. I want that.” Jungkook doesn’t respond, only leans forward to press his lips against yours. The heavy dreaded feeling of sadness is no longer here. Not when you’re in front of him, with him and wanting him just as much.

“Holy fuck.” Taehyung lets out, when Jungkook had admitted everything. Hoseok is still sitting with an open mouth out of shock.

“So, all this time you were just…” Taehyung begins, and you respond with a simple nod.

“Okay, wait. So, demons are very fucking real. Are vampires too? Werewolves? Shapeshifters?”

“They’re very much real. But, don’t tell anyone. It ruins the fun.” You wink, obviously joking, because yes, you were a demon for many years but you have absolutely no clue about other supernatural creatures. It’s just fun to tease Taehyung and his gullible self.

“Fuck, I’m gonna summon a sex demon and Hoseok you’re gonna help me.” Taehyung pulls on his arm, signaling him to get up.

“Taehyung I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Hoseok speaks, his voice a bit rough from having his mouth agape for too long.

“You’re no fun.” He starts pouting, yet somehow he manages to convince Hoseok. But it’ll probably end with Hoseok convincing him it’s a bad idea.

When they’ve left the table, Jungkook turns to you. “Are there actual supernatural creatures?”

You try to bite back a laugh but fail. “Obviously not. It’s just funny to tease Taehyung.”

Jungkook’s cheeks grow hot at how easy it is for you to have fun with his friends. It’s only been a few weeks of dating, and Jungkook and you have mostly spent time revising everything that there is to know about human life.

“You’re ridiculous.” Jungkook comments, and you turn around with an offended expression.

“Wow, and here I was ready to give you a certain surprise. Might as well forget it now.” You shrug as if your words hadn’t affected Jungkook.

You’re always up to something that Jungkook can’t even guess what it is you have up your sleeve.

“Tell me baby.” Jungkook nudges his nose against the crook of your neck, and you try your best not to show a smile.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” You stand up unexpectedly, and Jungkook begins to follow. You’re not speaking to him, but you don’t seem to mind that he follows you back to his dorm room.

When the door closes, Jungkook notices a box by his bed. He wonders if what’s inside is your surprise, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he stays quiet, following your lead.

The moment you are still, Jungkook stops as well.

“Why don’t you open that box?”

Jungkook swallows down a clump forming in his throat. He doesn’t exactly know what to expect, but his excitement keeps growing when his fingers trail on the box’s opening.

“Don’t be shy, just open it.” You grin, standing now beside him as he slowly opens it. When the box opens, Jungkook looks at you with widened eyes.

“You can’t be serious.”

The items in the box are matching. The handcuffs are pretty in metal, paired up with a black silk.

“Been thinking about my pretty baby all tied up.” You whisper, your lips touching his earlobe and Jungkook’s body shudders from the sensual touch.

“Fuck, don’t say that.” You grin when you catch Jungkook trying to hide his excitement.

“Come here.” You grab onto the nape of his neck, planting a soft kiss to his lips. Jungkook hums in content, always loving how delicate you are when you kiss him.

What was meant to be a tiny peck, turns into more when Jungkook presses himself against you. You don’t seem to mind, only pushing it further when your hands roam all over his chest.

“You want this?” You ask, although your question has zero second guessing because you already know the answer. You just want to hear it.

“Mhm.” Jungkook’s a bit shy when it comes to admitting how much he loves to be played with. But you don’t force it out on him, instead you continue to kiss him and drag him to bed with you.

Jungkook already knows that you want him to lay down, so he does it with ease.

“Take off your clothes.”

His eyebrows lift at the request, but he does as told while you grab the handcuffs and the black silk. Jungkook keeps his boxers on, too shy to be fully exposed while you’re still fully clothed.

With the handcuffs and the black silk in hand, you move upwards to straddle Jungkook. It doesn’t even surprise you that he’s already growing hard and you’ve barely done anything.

“Excited baby?” You tease as you grab onto his wrists to cuff him.

“I—“ He looks away, too embarrassed to admit it and moments like these make your heart flutter. Here he is, being open for some fun, yet looks so cute you want to squish his cheeks. God, Jeon Jungkook and his fucking duality.

“What’s the silk for?” Jungkook questions, his arms above his head, playing the role of being completely restrained to move.

“For this.” You gently wrap it over his eyes, covering his view as you tie it behind his head.

“Oh.” Jungkook’s response is low, probably not expecting to be blindfolded as well.

You sit back on him, taking a minute to admire the boy in front of you. Jungkook feels your eyes on him but he doesn’t comment, instead he trusts you and follows your lead.

You start slowly, kissing his neck and moving lower to his chest. Jungkook has always had a nipple piercing since you first started hooking up, but you’ve never had a chance to actually feel it. Instead, you take courage into your own curiosity, kissing the brown bud covered in metal.

Jungkook gasps from the touch, not expecting for you to give attention to his sensitive nipples. The feeling is new, Jungkook having no idea how good it actually feels for him. But that’s what he likes about you, you show him new things with ease, being cautious in the beginning but once you get the signal he’s loving it, you go at your normal pace.

With a soft bite on Jungkook’s bud, you move further down, trailing your lips and tongue over his abs. The muscles tense, and you smile against his skin.

“You’re so pretty.” You comment, reaching further to his waistband where your fingers toy with it. You’ve always loved to tease, and Jungkook has grown to like it with time. Because yes, it might make him impatient and needy but it makes the feeling much stronger when he finally gets what he wants.

Jungkook is uncertain if it’s because he’s currently blindfolded and tied up, but the sensation grows much more than he ever imagined. Only being able to feel you, makes Jungkook solely focus on how you please and touch him.

You’ve always been extremely patient, but seeing Jungkook in this state makes you lose it completely. So, you give in, already taking his cock out of his briefs. He’s already fully hard, ready to be taken care of.

With the first lick, you already know you won’t go easy. Jungkook’s cock is soft against your tongue. It’s a feeling you’ll never grow tired off, continuing to taste him all over. Jungkook responds with a few low whines, not wanting to distract you.

Jungkook isn’t surprised when you easily take his cock in your mouth. The warmth from your mouth is just as similar as from your pussy. For Jungkook to be able to imagine both at the same time, due to the blindfolds, only makes it harder for him to last long.

“Fuck—“ Jungkook chokes out when the tip of his cock lands in the back of your throat. It always happens unexpectedly and feels fucking great.

“You like the blindfolds baby?” You ask with a grin, exchanging your mouth with your hand instead.

“Mhm…” Jungkook’s mouth parts, his brows are furrowed but it’s hard for you to see because of the black silk.

His hips buck forward, almost fucking into your hand, and the neediness he showcases makes you squeeze his thighs. He looks so fucked out, and you haven’t even fucked him yet.

When you decide you’ve had enough of teasing and pleasing, you remove yourself completely to strip. It’s a bit weird for you to remove your clothes and not see the way Jungkook’s eyes widen when you do so.

Jungkook’s confusion is cut off shortly, when you buck your hips forward, slicking both of you ready.

“You feel so wet.” Jungkook realizes, biting his lip when you respond with a moan over the feeling of his cock about to enter you.

You sink down with ease, letting Jungkook’s cock stretch you out. The both of you moan in sync when your hips meet his. You’ll never grow tired of this, or simply just Jungkook in your life.

“Feel s’good—“ Is the only thing you manage to say before Jungkook mindlessly bucks his hips upwards. The movement stuns you. Never once has Jungkook taken charge, yet here he is, gaining that friction he so desperately needs to cum and you’re letting him.

When you don’t stop him, Jungkook continues, thrusting upwards in desperation as your hand stills on his chest for support.

“Ah— shit.” Jungkook winces when your hips move down to meet his. The sound in the room is filled with Jungkook whining whenever your bodies touch, along with your heavy breathing.

The more you move, the higher you reach a need to finish. You can already feel it, the way your body tenses, the sweat growing on your chest and forehead. It’s reaching from beneath you, and just as Jungkook slows you pull on his hair.

“Please— I’m so close. Don’t stop, fuck.”

Jungkook’s pace goes back to before, giving his all before he himself is about to come undone. But he wants to hear and feel you come all over him, so he makes it his life mission not to stop.

Your grip on Jungkook’s roots turn harsher before you still, coming undone and letting the feeling sink into your skin.

Jungkook has never heard anything prettier than your voice when you come, and even better when you come because of him. The realization makes Jungkook grow hotter too, his thrusts turning sloppy before he himself finishes.

“Shit.” You let out, trying to catch your breath while Jungkook is in the same position.

This had no right to be that good.

You help Jungkook with the blindfolds and handcuffs, and he smiles when he sees your fucked out state in front of him.

“Maybe you need to be the one with blindfolds next.” Jungkook grins, but you slap him lightly on his shoulder.

“In your dreams baby.”

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