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rise-my-angel · 1 year

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Melancholy Interlude

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Length: 16k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort with happy ending, mentions of past trauma, discussing death of loved ones, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, cockwarming, showering together, massaging, body insecurity,

Notes: This was supposed to be shorter at 8k until I doubled that in one day cus I can't help myself. I'm so sorry. Direct continuation of Haunted Anguish, next chapter here, apart of the Confused Warmth storyline.

You had never been sure how permanent your life in Jackson would be. It started as whispers you didn't quite believe, yet you found yourself leaned against the wall that evening, one hand holding up a map. It said laid out on your bent knee making pencil scratching on it while your flashlight was bit between your teeth for any kind of a light source. You never gave much thought to why your life was directed to that town specifically. Back then it was just another name, another place you didn't even know would still be standing when you got there.

But Joel had called you family. A man grappling to accept his own place in this life, trying desperately to pull you along with him. Create a new family together that all three of you could live with. The only family you had ever known before was nothing more then a mystery. People who you had been been ripped away from before you could understand who you were to them.

Perhaps that's why as you were struggling to pack up the last of your belongings. Leaving this small, isolating house meant having a new permanent place in Joel and Ellie’s family, but honestly? You weren’t quite sure what family was even supposed to feel like. Memory of what family felt like was filled with confusion and silence, the exact opposite of what Joel was trying to coax out of you.

So you sat there in your once comforting old house, back against the thin metal bed frame as your feet were planted flat on the ground, one knee bent towards you much like the night before you chose to come here. Your nails dug into your lip as the other hand tapped against the leg laying down. Trying to decide what of your old life deserved to be brought into this one, and how much it would make Joel pull away from you if you still couldn’t let go of it.

The thud of footsteps had your head rising in attention. Eyes wide with a pound of your heart causing you to scramble up to turn around and pretending to sort through the scattered items on the bed. A bag laid open and begging for you to just choose what to bring with you already, as you had no doubt Joel was about to comment on how empty it was.

Steps coming towards the room, you caught partially imagine the sight behind you. Joel’s large frame taking up most of the door as he had one arm rested up high on the wood, with the other hung onto a belt loop on the same side his leg stood bent to the side. Turning your head just the slightest to the side, there Joel stood exactly as you pictured.

A small moment of amusement just strong enough to pull a smirk on your lips before you turned back to the pile before you. Warmth enveloped your back as he placed a resting hand over it, leaning over your shoulder with a squint at your progress. “You’re going to end up kicking me out of my own room, bringing all that with you.”

His chin jutted out to the bag just as you predicted. Your shoulders shrugged, not yet looking at him while you fiddled with the clothes you folded and refolded. “Just don’t want to take up space is all.”

A rumbling hmm vibrated against your back from deep in his chest. Instead of responding, Joel just reached around you and grabbed the pile in one hand and tossed it unceremoniously into the bag. A plop of fabric slumped into the insides while Joel continued to reach and pull your small survival kit in front of you.

Sparing a glance you were taken back to find Joel’s stark brown eyes already boring into your own. He only waited for a raise of your eyebrows to dismiss your complaint. “If that’s you taking up space I’d hate to see what the bare minimum would be.”

You watched his body leave your side and the radiating warmth along with it as he leaned his body up against the adjacent wall. Arms crossed as he refused to take his eyes off you. “How many times am I going to have to remind you that I asked you to move in. Not the other way around.”

The sigh that left your body was heavy, deflating your shoulders more if such a thing were even possible. Your nails dug into the skin of your fingers as you fiddled with them. “It’s just, moving in is supposed to be this big deal isn’t it?”

That was a cope and you both knew it. So you kept not looking at him as if he couldn’t call your bluff if he didn’t see your face. Joel however, didn’t have the patience for this game. “Not sure I’d call saving you the 5 minutes it takes to walk to my house every morning, that you barley even have to do anymore anyways, a big deal.”

He got a smirk out of you again. Joel had basically kept you at his house for the past week and a half like you already lived there. The only reason he brought up finally moving the rest of your stuff in today was only when you woke up this morning realizing you’d have to wear Joel’s stuff just to wash all of your own.

You’re flat response of, “What? You suddenly decide you don’t want me wearing your clothes anymore?” Didn’t go unscathed. Only getting you a slap to your ass as Joel walked by you, muttering something under his breathe about you being a brat. If that man had his way, you’d live in his stuff just to satisfy his greedy eyes.

Now though, your mind was flaring with hangups. The once worrying thought of invading in their lives creeping up on you. Only this time you had no excuse. You both knew he wanted you with him, and deep down you wanted it too. But being a father to Ellie was new, and you didn’t want to get in the way of it.

Dropping the things in your hand, you turned your body entirely to look at him. Joel was too handsome for his own good, and it made you weak. Your voice came out meeker then intended, “I just want to be sure you asked me because you and Ellie genuinely want it, not because-”

“Because you think I only asked you when you were upset? And not because I’ve been thinking about asking you every single time you go home for bed at night when I should be pulling you into mine” His face always looked serious. His soft features somehow capable of sitting harsh and stern on his face that you thought was anger when first meeting him.

Joel’s eyes though spoke other emotions. Yearning swam through them with need, a perfect match to the itch in your muscles begging to seek comfort in his arms when you felt like this. Your head dropped in frustration. A wish flowing through you that you could just give up these urges to push him away. He has done nothing but shown you support and possibly something bordering on love, yet here you were trying to create scenarios in your head that were the opposite.

This time when Joel’s body heat looms over you, he lets it consume you entirely as pulls your back into his chest. Automatically your eyes slide shut, leaning back into him with hands weakly grasping at his forearms around your front. His voice deep in your ear as he spoke.

“If you want to stay here, that’s fine. I’m not demanding anything, but it’s still all on you. If you don’t want to stay with us you have to decide that for yourself. But don’t put that on me by making up excuses in your head, sweetheart.” You bit part of your lip instinctively when you felt Joel press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Joel-”

He interrupted you, sliding his arms from your torso to rest his hands on your waist as he kept his nose pressed to your hair. Mumbling his words. “You come over when you’re ready. I’m leaving that space for you whether you take it or not.”

You missed him already as he pulled away, the loud thud of his shoes echoing in the mostly empty house as he left. The last of his presence fading with the creaking front door and sounds of him descending the steps.

It felt dirty, but there still was no time between Joel no longer in sound range and you bending to the ground, tearing out the loose floorboard to drag out the small wooden that lived in there. Resting it on the bed, you flicked it open rummaging through the scattered contents. Finding the leather binding at the bottom, you dragged your fingertips over it.

The urge to open it back up and reread the text for what would feel like the millionth time once again resurfacing. The tome of writings and works that filled it once was a memory you stopped caring to obsess over. Your past was laid out out in detail that didn’t matter for a long time. Everyone had a past they wished to forget.

So why did it keep yelling at you to remember it? Look at it again and ask of it’s relevancy to your life now it begged. But your past was only getting in the way. You’d bring this manuscript of memories to your life with Joel and it would loom over you, and it would be much harder to keep secret.

Everything else on the bed got tossed into your bag, while the journal filled with painful memories you haunted yourself with once again got stowed away in the floorboard. Hastily being hidden back in it’s place, as if the wood wasn’t disturbed beside the rest of the floor.

You didn’t look back at the house as you walked hastily onto the front yard, but you did however come face to face with the only other person who could do a better job at convincing you to move in then Joel could.

Ellie sat on top of a tall rock, hands tapping at her thighs while she looked around. Her head only perking up when she saw you, but seemed to hold herself back from jumping down eagerly at the sight of your things. Instead slowly sliding her feet onto the gravel trying to keep an even tone. “Is that the rest of it?”

Your heart tickled at how much she was pretending to be neutral. Without much thought, you slid your bag down your arm and tossed it to her. Watching with a hand hiding the laugh wanting to burst out at the sight of Ellie almost falling back onto the rock with an ‘oof’ at the sudden weight.

Getting her bearings she glared up at you with a baby pout. “Did you pack all your furniture in here too?”

That got you rolling your eyes, no longer bothering to hide the smile as you stepped to her. Grabbing the bag and sliding it back over your shoulder, the other hand pulling Ellie into your free side by the shoulder. “You and Joel live together or something? It’s like hearing his jokes but coming out of your mouth.”

Ellie deciding to stay leaning into your side the short walk back to her home. “Yeah, but I’m the one people actually laugh at.”

Your face pinched in amusement, unable to hold back what would no doubt rile her up. “Oh? Laugh at what? Your jokes or just you?” Not much strength went behind how much she shoved you, and her face falling at how little you stumbled only got you to laugh out loud this time.

“Don’t say it.” Her tone was grumpy, much like the very man she lived with and you let the laugh go until it was a chuckle. You didn’t say it, but you definitely were laughing at her that time. Apparently you being apart of their family meant being infected with the incessant urge to make jabs at one another.

Just another thing you weren’t used too.

The evening was a little bit easier then the packing. Joel all but threw your bag onto the floor of his bedroom before crowding you up against the wall. His lips moulding against yours with his hands cupping your cheeks. His tongue licked and teased at yours without ever fully committing, in and effort to restrain his dwindling self control.

Your hands snuck underneath the collar of his shirt to run your palms over his shoulders and the back of his neck, nails digging into the exposed skin. All you could do was surrender your lips to his kiss and hold onto him for the ride.

As he deepened the kiss, one of your hands snaked up to rake through his hair pulling a bass like grumble deep in his chest. Joel’s knee forcing it’s way between your legs, and using an arm to wrap around your back pulling you down onto it.

The shock against your core even through the layers spiked in your veins, a mix of a cry and a moan escaping your lips. Joel’s door not even fully closed you bit your lip harshly and dug your nails deeper into his skin to ground yourself.

Joel however, groaned into your mouth and pushed up against you the same time he pulled you down again, slowly dragging his thigh back and forth ever so slightly. His hands strong, keeping you pressed against him, the constant pressure filling up in your lungs only able to come out in breathy pants to contain yourself.

You both knew now wasn’t the time though. There were things to do, Ellie was up and around but Joel didn’t make it easy. A hand at the back of your head coaxing you back in every time you pulled away from his kiss. He was all consuming though, never not putting everything into his touch and trying to get away from his greediness as a challenge.

Gently you pulled your hands from under his shirt collar, smoothing down to press against him just above the stomach as you tried to fight against his hand keeping you attached to his mouth. For a moment Joel looked concerned at you pushing him away. His grip on you turning urgent instead of needy and his eyes ducked more to lock with yours only to find softness instead of upset.

You rubbed against his torso, and another along his cheek. Feeling his beard scratching at your skin delightfully. “Later.”

You felt his hands pull away from such a greedy hold and simmer down to a gentle rest on your waist as he looked down at you, his lips just a tad more plump from the roughness he kissed you with. His nose rubbed against the skin of your cheek, his breathe hitting you with each soft spoken word. “What, you move in and suddenly you think you’re going to start telling me what to do?”

Grinning, you kissed just below his ear as your thumbs stroked over where they could reach his covered stomach. “Get back to work, Miller. We got all the time in the world for this later.” You both knew the idea of Joel being ordered around by you was laughable. Whatever independence he respected whole heartedly in your everyday life went out the window the second that door closed. You put your needs in the palm of his hands when it came to intimacy and neither of you had interest in changing that.

The chuckle on his lips lit his face up, Joel pulled you into his side and made his way to the partially opened door. Leaning to kiss the top of your head with a mumble, “You bet your ass I’ll make time, sweetheart.”

Finally pulling away from you Joel walked into the main room, clearly having things to go over with Ellie as you walked to the kitchen table and moved a large pack up onto it. You circled around to see the main part of the house as you pulled out an axe handle detached from it’s blade, looking a little worse for wear. Not anything that couldn’t be fixed, but you couldn’t help but wonder what on earth Tommy had been doing to bust up the handle like that.

Strange how it still felt intrusive, glancing up to see Ellie and Joel in a whisper toned conversation you weren’t invited too. Ellie’s face bright with some kind of teasing mischief while contrasting against the much more flat faced fondness Joel was giving to her. So you looked back down. Focused on what you were doing, and prayed maybe living like a normal family would just get easier with time.

Being in Joel’s home with him felt routine yet foreign. Like being here as a part of his life now switched a flip in your head, had you looking at this life and wondering if everyone else felt as distant as you. If someone were to ask about your previous life you weren’t even sure what you would tell them. Once haunting dreams were pushed into the back of your mind as your new life filled your nightmares with new images.

It wasn’t as if you’d never seen anything domestic, small pockets of people for years made a life with some semblance of peace. Hell if you walked into Tommy and Maria’s home on any given day you might not even think it was a changed world outside those walls. They were normal. So why did being normal with Joel feel so odd? Especially when you knew it wasn’t his fault.

Joel had tried not long ago to entice you to bed, a deep rumbling in your ear and wandering hands that burned in it’s wake stirred your core. You were with them, with him. You chose a life with them and it seemed to have given Joel as desperate yearning for proof. Have you in his home and not worry that he’ll wake up one day from the fantasy.

You gently pushed him back, told him you’d be there in a second. Which by now, was at least twenty minutes ago. Instead of being in his arms, your own were wrapped around each other as they rested on the soaking banister outside. It wasn’t a pouring rain, but a mist that reminded you all too well of the day you were walked into town. A defensive expression and held back silence as it slowly soaked your hair, barley beginning to dry when a door flew open and in walked a broad man with a permanent glare that for some reason found your defensive silence enticing.

Now that glare had simmered down to a general gruffness, the past year since he arrived softened those edges, whereas the months you had been here brought struggles and unknowns into his attempt at peace. Interrupting the desire to feel like a family by having the memory of your pathetic excuse of a childhood, and how that somehow continues you to haunt your life. Looming over your mind like a parasite.

Or a fungus to be more insensitive. You’d smirk at your own terrible sense of humour, but honestly Ellie is the only person on earth who’d consider laughing at that and even then, you’re not quite sure how much she actually knew about it. How much did the Marlene actually tell her about her truth and what the consequences would have been without Joel?

The light misting you had been receiving lulled you into your thoughts enough that the dim outside light flickering on startled you. Before you could question it, the door creaked open and closed as Joel found a spot pressed close to your side, arms brushing together.

“Didn’t think having sex on the front lawn was part of the plan for the night.” Somehow his warmth still enveloped the side closest to you even over the mist. He didn’t pull you into his side or back to his chest though, he knew when to let you come to him.

Barley managing a smirk, any joke to respond with died as you opened your mouth. “I uh, wasn’t really ready. Too much on my mind I guess.” Your jaw clenched along with your lungs tightening hoping not to give away the anxiety in your breathing.

You could see Joel nodding in his peripherals, his lips pursed in thought looking straight ahead into the dark street as you were. His eyes weren’t quite on you when he turned his head slightly to the side, maybe enough to watch your nails unconsciously carve into the wood they rested on. For some reason, you took his silence as offence. “I didn’t mean- nothing to do with not wanting you or anything. I meant like, I’d be distracted you know?”

You couldn’t quite see but Joels eyes slipped shut as his jaw clenched even harder with the single shake of his head. Still not looking up at you as he spoke, disappointment flowing through his voice. “I wish you’d stop doing that.”

Finally your head turned, looking at him properly as Joel did the same to you. You raised an eyebrow at him while your lungs continued to restrict your airflow. Joel’s eyes didn’t keep the same disappointing tone of his voice. Instead they held a sort of frustration. “Making excuses for yourself. Acting like you know what I want to hear, when all I care about is what’s actually going on up here.”

Your eyes fluttered briefly as you felt Joel’s hand smooth over the side of your head. His touch lingering a second too long but still pulling back to give you that space. Biting the inside of your cheek, you felt your own frustration build. Pushing up on the banister, your palms now sat flat atop the wet surface finally giving you a chance to take a deeper breathe.

“Does it ever feel weird to you?” You looked over at Joel who was now giving you a questioning look, but you didn’t know how much you wanted to watch him as your continued. “Having all of this? Waking up with a normal life when the last time any of us had it was drastically different?”

Joel had never been made quite clear on your own past, but he has been open to you in quiet moments during the night about his. What led him here, what brought him and Ellie together, how far off track his life became once everything started, and most painfully, what he lost that brought him here. You never asked about Sarah directly, it wasn’t your place but you both knew what was being unsaid.

Joel pushed up on the banister to copy your own stance, not needing to say anything about the hand closest to him that twitched slightly. “The life itself doesn’t feel weird to me. But accepting that I was allowed to have it again was. Well, more painful if I’m being honest.”

Your fingers tingled with an urge to reach out, link at least a pinky to his but you didn’t want to interrupt him as he found his mind wandering in the forest. “Raising Ellie isn’t anything like what it was with Sarah. Our life now is completely different then the one I had with her. Getting used to that wasn’t the hard part.”

Joel’s own hand slid over to rest over top the very wrist you had been glancing at. This time you’re the one who filled the void between words. “It was accepting that wanting it wasn’t wrong.”

His eyes were bright but filled with a glaze that wasn’t caused by the mist. His grip tightened and then loosened on repeat as his shoulders sat high and tense on his body. “I don’t regret the way it turned out. With Ellie I mean. If you send me and her back a year when I first met her I’d do it all over again for her.” There was a pause before a tiny smirk started to grow. “Maybe be less of an asshole about it but that’s beside the point.”

The grip on his wrist finally loosened, enough that you could see the colour returning to his skin as he spoke. “But if I’m being honest? Sarah would’ve given me shit for how long it took me to even consider trying any of this again. She was always trying to find ways to make it easier for me or to just convince me to make things easier on myself. Not sure she’d be happy that it took me all this time to actually start listening to her. To just do things for myself for once.”

Your heart filled with a sorrow, despite the love in his voice the pain would never go away. But she was right, if Joel wasn’t going to make it easier on himself then you and Ellie were there to start picking up the slack. You found your courage and reached over with a pink to lightly wrap it across his own, but Joel wasn’t having it.

The same hand lifted up suddenly and grabbed your hand entirely, holding it firm in his warm grip before resting it back down. His thumb positioned just right to stroke the skin of your own wrist.

You didn’t have anything to say to make him feel better, but you knew at least one thing that you knew to be true. “She’d be proud of you.” You could feel his muscles straining through this arm down to his fingertips as you took a step to the slide, pressing your body much more against him. “Everything you’ve done? She’d still be proud. You love each other, and even now that still has never gone away. And it’s never going to.”

You couldn’t bare to look at him at that moment. Already knowing how he looked, trying to old back a silent agony that threatened to water up in his eyes if he dwelled for too long. Joel barley started to speak before you refused to let him backtrack. “I’m proud of you too. I’m glad you have all this, actually found a life again.”

He used his hold on you to pull you into him, his body taking a step back to position you right in front of him. Hands still joined now resting above your heart and his other hand keeping you against him at the waist. The shaky breathe he took stabbed a your heart. His jaw pressed against the side of your head his voice was a coarse whisper. “Then let me do the same for you. Stop pretending I deserve shit that you don’t.”

Your heart beat harder in your chest, not quite in anxious way but with just the right amount of force that you could feel each beat like a thump. He wanted you to just stop hiding from him, and realistically? Hadn’t he seen enough of you already to know what he’s getting into? It took him weeks upon weeks to learn how to balance healing and being a father again.

The struggles you two have been through since you arrived in Jackson months ago told him everything he needed to know. Joel knew you better then a single person before ever even wanted to try, hiding from him was useless at this point. You’re lives were intertwined and that’s the way he wanted it. So you just said what the core issue was.

“I never had a family before this. Not a real one. I don’t know how any of this works.” Ripping it off like a bandaid. Only that rip had Joel’s hands tighten against you.

You never had one in the first place, and his along with part of his soul was ripped away from him. His lips pressed against the top of your head as he spoke. “Stop hiding how you feel, and you’re doing just fine, sweetheart.”

You let go of his hand and turned in his hold. Joel’s arm moving to brace beside you on the banister once more essentially locking you in his space. Much like earlier that day, your hands rested on his stomach, palms smoothed over the soft fabric. Your eyes forcing themselves to look into his own, overwhelmed by the fondness he poured into yours. “I’m not trying to push you away. I just-”

Joel left your waist to cup the side of your face, “Need time to get used to it?”

Words got caught in your throat, an emotion crawling up the pipeline to escape that you didn’t want to ruin the sweeter tenderness of the moment. So you nodded instead.

Joel tilted your jaw to look up at him before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. Your bodies relaxing as you sighed into the kiss. Letting him guide your mouth without deepening or demanding them further.

A man truly capable of taking your breathe away with a simple press of his lips you felt lightheaded the more he kept your mouths together, but you didn’t have the will power to pull away. Instead choosing to press up against his front forcing both of his hands to steady you on your hips.

Joel tilted his head just slightly to change the angle as his own will power cracked a bit. The brief pause you got as he moved gave him the chance to tease the inside of your mouth with his tongue. He pulled you into his hips tighter as your own hands drifted up to grip at his shoulders.

The more you let him taste you, the weaker you made one another. You came out here alone to escape this intimacy and Joel followed to keep your anxiety from pulling you away. Not to continue what he desired in the first place, yet here you were. Both of you wanting to take away the other’s pain.

Your tongue brushing back against his only to have him pull back, his kiss back to almost a caress, but never did he try and pick up the speed. Just keeping your mouths pressed together like a surviving need. His hands begun to wander, sliding your shirt up just enough to press his hands against your skin.

Gripping the plushness he found, Joel instinctively pushed his hips into yours unable to control the growing hardness underneath his clothes. However quickly he got you worked up from his rising touch around your sides, shirt rising more and more with it, you had him worked up far quicker with a kiss alone. You let out a muffled moan into his mouth as you felt the bulge between you two grow and rub against your own core.

You wrapped your arms round the back of his neck raking through the damp hair as the mist continued to make moving against one another slicker. Joel groaned back into your mouth as he greedily continued to press harder against your hips. The sensation of his cock growing harder while pressed right up against you had you pulling away from his mouth just to catch your breath.

Joel rubbed his nose gently up and down the length of yours, never bothering to open his eyes as he reveled in how comforting your presence made him. As you tried to gently brush your nose back, he playfully nudged you instead, your face pushed slightly to the side so he could continue his path tracing his nose across your soft cheek.

Your heart lifted, floating in mid air as you let out an honest giggle. Joel kissing you once as he chuckled back. Opening his eyes without pulling away to look at your expression. Lighter then he’d seen it in days. That lightness though, turned to a jumping embarrassment at the exact same time Joel’s turned to it’s standard flat grumpiness at a particular voice behind them.

“Back to fooling around in the middle of the night so mom won’t catch you Joel?”

While Joel kept his hold on you, not even bothering to give you the decency of letting your shirt fall back down. Simply not willing to let go of your soft skin for that long he just looked over your shoulder with the blankest of expressions he could muster.

“You here to watch or did you actually want something?” Furthering the deep grump look on his face, you forced his hands to leave you as you turned back to face the front. Tommy stood not too far from the stairs, one leg bent slightly and hands on his hips to accompany the bemused grin on his face.

His hand gestured to the porch light, “Saw that was on and I figured I’d stop by to tell you there’s a few spots around the perimeter we should check out sometime in the next few days.”

Joel’s eyes narrowed more. “That’s what couldn’t wait until morning?” His hands unwilling to be on their own, Joel grabbed at your waist under your shirt once more. Gripping the plush skin there like a stress reliever.

Tommy himself held a bit of a serious but hesitant look as he rubbed the front of his face. “We should go sooner rather then later. Maria’s mentioned a few weird things around the outskirts that I want to deal with before it becomes an actual issue.”

You didn’t need to look behind you to know Joel’s head was just as deep in thought as his brothers. It was often they were on the same wavelength about this sort of thing. Your own curiosity getting the better of you, you leaned forward to rest your palms against the banister again, not at all noticing how that left your ass to press up against Joel’s clothed erection just enough to tease him. His hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you pressed there yet still paying full attention.

You were the worst thing that ever happened to Joel’s concentration.

“What sort of things?” Tommy looked at you as he shrugged at your question. Not dismissively, but in an unsure kind of manner.

“Just some stuff out of place, broken fence pole here and there. Nothing massive but it’d be best we deal with it now before some shithead sneaks his way in and causes issues.”

You tried to stand back up but Joel’s grip stopped you. He didn’t even flinch as he subtly pulled your ass harder against his covered cock, his face and eyes on his brother all business. There was no mistakening his cock twitching against the curve of your ass cheeks it strained behind jeans to slide through. Joel’s voice a bit more gruff, sending a shock down between your legs as you blinked excessively to drain the sudden rush inside you from showing.

And Joel called you the brat.

Both brothers agreeing on a time and place before Tommy said his goodbyes. He had already turned around headed home when his voice shouted out one last tease. “Better sneak her in through the window before Ellie sees you’re still up.”

You smirked as Joel rolled his eyes. Finally alone again, Joel tugged you up to stand properly, but turned you with him towards the front door. Before you could open it though, he cupped your chin with his fingers pulling you to his mouth for another innocent kiss.

His thumb reached to trace back and forth against your bottom lip. Pressure increasing when you gave it a tiny peck, eyes happily watching his. “C’mon trouble maker. Before the boss lady catches us.”

His smile was just soft, pulling you in for another kiss lasting seconds longer. His lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “We’re honest with each other from now on, okay?” Your nod wasn’t enough. “I need you to say it out loud. Promise me.”

You reached up, scratching gently at the scruff of his beard. “I promise.”

His brows narrowed as he nodded in acceptance. Joel though was always good at compartmentalizing, and a dark glint slid across his eyes as did a smirk. Teasing you with a brush of his tongue once more in the next kiss, refusing to pull away from tasting your mouth until you did for air. His voice was deep and dripping in a lust that burned your bones. “Now about what you ran away from earlier.”

You let out a genuine surprised smile as he grabbed your hips. Pushing you towards the front door only letting go to open it, get you inside with one hand still guiding you. The second you both were inside Joel used that one hand to tug you forcefully into his chest.

His head bent to whisper in your ear along with a nibbling kiss. “Now be good and go lay out on our bed for me.” His tongue licked and kissed along your neck that he could reach from behind. “I have other places on you I need to taste.”

Shoving you forward you heard the front door finally close, and followed by the click of the lock as you walked towards his room at the end of the hall. Or your room to be specific. No doubt Joel was going to turn that kind of mentality into a lecturing lesson if you didn’t knock that off.

The last time though that you ever shared a room with someone else, was before you went off by yourself. Was when you were traveling with a group in a place where there were only so many rooms to sleep in. People that turned around and stabbed you in the back, or more accurately, tried to attack you in your sleep. You were alone until Jackson.

You hadn’t quite listened to Joel. You found yourself stuck as you sat at the edge of the bed, hands braced on your knees trying to imagine living in this room like it was yours. Small hints of Joel were everywhere but even with the things you brought over there was very little you could add to it. It still was his room to you.

By the time Joel crept in quietly, his eyes narrowed at your eyes distant looking at nothing. Your fingers tapping at your legs the only movement you were making. He knew talking more of it out right now wouldn’t help you. You were lost in your head enough as it was, especially the past week and a half.

Sitting down and coaxing uncomfortable truths more then you’ve already shared today wasn’t the answer. No, Joel needed to do something for you that he knew you weren’t going to even consider doing for yourself. He needed to get you away from your thoughts for a while.

Ironically, Joel so naturally did for you what Sarah had insisted he do for himself. Stand back and stop thinking for a little while.

Your eyes slid to the side to see his figure near the door. You could hazily see him pulling off his flannel leaving him only in a soft grey tee shirt. Turning your head to look at him more you were caught on the shirt rather then his determined expression. Joel just looked so soft like this. No stiff posture at the ready for any moves, no layers bulking his already large and intimidating frame, no weapons strapped to either of you braced for the worst.

No words were exchanged as he stepped to you, his fingers pulling your chin up to look at him. His brown eyes were dark and lost in a thought of his own, but Joel was better at juggling his life and his mind then you were. You stretched your neck up to meet his body leaning over you.

What you assumed would be a gentle kiss consumed you as soon as your lips met one another. Joel’s hand grasped the back of your neck, keeping you angled up at his will. His kiss was harsh, much harsher then anything earlier in the day.

He moved against yours demanding you obey him, even through how much he stole your breathe away. A large hand grasped at your hip as he worked in tandem with you to push further onto the bed and pushing your body down entirely when you reached the middle. Climbing up on top of you, his hand drifted up to cup the back of your head as his tongue teased you without ever following through.

Trying to pull away, you drifted to his neck without ever keeping you mouth off of him. Small kisses turned to scratches of your teeth before you bit down with more force. A stuttered groan left him as his body seized up. The hand on your head leaving to press into the sheets beside you curled into a fist.

You could feel the coarse brush of his facial hair against your cheek the higher up his neck you bit at, but it felt as if it heightened your greed to give more to him. There was no amount of Joel’s roughness in appearance or nature that you didn’t bask in. It just scratched against you, fueling your own need to lightly lick at whatever your teeth just sunk into. Ease what roughness was imprinted on him even by you.

Too distracted by the low needy sounds he tried and failed to hold back you didn’t realize his hands had moved. It wasn’t until he yanked your pants half way down your thighs did you even realize he undid the button and zipper. You gasped, pulling from his neck to see dark eyes and his mouth slightly open from harsh breaths. Using to fingers he tapped at your naked thigh, “Up.”

Nodding you gave him enough room to slid it down further and watched as he hastily yanked it the rest of the way off and tossed them behind. His brows were narrowed and his face much sharper then when you were outside. For a second Joel just stared at you, raising an eyebrow waiting to see if you cooperated.

Hesitantly, you bent your knees up on the bed, your feet flat on the sheets as you spread them just slightly before Joel with one hand pulled your underwear off. The sound of a strain in fabric heard from the lack of patience he had to wait for you to lift your hips up once more. Tossing them even further then your bottoms had reached.

Whatever distance your legs spread wasn’t anywhere near what he wanted. Joel pushed your knees apart and wasted no time filling the empty space between them. Brushing his lips over your inner thigh, his hands braced on them as well tightly. His facial hair itched you the closer it got to right between your legs, but paled in comparison to the sudden sharp bite he dug his teeth into. You gasped loudly, but the sound of his hand leaving your other thigh to smack at the skin echoed louder.

Trying to move your legs to give his broad shoulders more space, Joel shoved them for you, straining the muscles as he pushed them beyond what you could stretch yourself and kept them there by pushing his shoulders into the space. “I’m the one doing the work here, got it?”

His nose traced a path from the top of your mound down to nudge at your clit instead of expecting you to reply. Your nerves sparked alight as he licked your clit, the most feather light nibble next and then another lick. Working you with a sting and a smooth pleasure that had you floating.

Your feet strained and fidgeted against the sheets as he refused to let up. His path started to take longer, as he left shamelessly mess kisses down the length of your pussy before licking back up to your clit. Nothing but a tease that built up such a coiling pleasure that you were left with barley any thoughts to form into words that weren’t him.

The deeper he teased his tongue into you with every swipe down, the more he peeked up to see your hands either tearing into your hair or grasping at the sheets below. You didn’t know why you felt him smirk into your folds, but it made you whimper at the sensitive movement.

If you asked Joel why he did, he’d have nodded to your hands ever finding a place to stay. Joel had no issue with greedily running through your hair as you sucked his cock, but you never found the same courage to reach down and rake yours into his when he went down on you. One of these days he’d finally corrupt you enough, get you to take whatever you needed from him.

For now though, his hands pushed your thighs now as wide as possible before finally tasting inside of you like he needed. Your hips jolted and your legs strained under his grasp as he licked into you leaving no spot inside untouched.

Your voice only strong enough to mutter a breathy almost inaudible, “Oh fuck” as his mouth worked you over aggressively. One hand of his slid up over your thigh to just above your mound. His thumb pushing down against your clit and rubbing circles, up and down, anything he could muster while the rest of his hand and arm pushed your hips down significantly.

Shaking in his hold as he lapped up what you gave him, seeking those prized spots inside of you that had you throw out moans without any filter. The pressure against your pelvis increased how sensitive his work on your clit felt, made you burn the more his mouth tasted you and sent your vision white and ears ringing before you could understand how quickly your orgasm approached.

The coil inside of you tensing you with pleasure, you didn’t even hear Joel. None of his rasping words hit your ears. You may not have noticed, but your brain did. A warmth flowing through your veins and had your moans desperate and bordering on almost emotional, but it was muted from your consciousness at the warm lick of Joel’s tongue inside you.

Together it all mixed, and with no true warning, Joel’s hands quickly grasped at the sides of your hips and held you firmly in place as you came. Nothing but needy cries from your mouth, but Joel refused to leave your cunt until you grasped onto him to make him stop.

You felt shocks at your core at how little he eased up on how aggressively he licked and tasted you after your orgasm started letting you go back down to earth. “Wait, J-Joel, fuck,”

Sliding his greedy mouth back up the length of your core and back to the same treatment he teased you and your clit with at the start, but without any care of how sensitive and soaked you were now. He wanted you to tell him what you needed. Even if it was just to breathe, for him to ease up on your overstimulated pussy for a moment, he needed you to tell him what it was you needed from him.

You trusted him to take care of you, but he scraped his teeth at your clit trying to coax you to be honest about how you wanted him to take care of you. You pleaded with no real meaning behind it, a cry for him to understand. He did. But he wanted you to know what you wanted.

It was too much, your brain was foggy and his mouth between your legs was more then you could handle. You started to feel a lurch in your chest and finally it spurred you to reach down. Not even thinking about it, you instinctively raked your hand through his hair and begged. “Joel please, I need a minute. I can’t-”

One single kiss was pressed to your clit, and Joel pulled away from you. Your eyes were shut, finally able to catch your breathe. His own breathing hitting your face, nose gently rubbing against your cheek as his face leaned over yours. One hand stroking your other cheek and his body laying over yours. His weight pressing you down like a weighted blanket to keep you calm.

“I got you, sweet girl. You still with me?” His voice strained but soothing. You nodded, feeling Joel kiss your cheek and turning your mouth to press much more gentle against yours. His lips coaxing your heart to slow down to normal finally.

You slid your arms around him, happily keeping him pressed against you for a while. You nudged your nose against his as you scratched your nails into his hair. “Let me take care of you.”

Joel shook his head no. Kissing your lips, then your forehead before pressing his against yours. “That’s my job, sweetheart.” He smiled at your brows narrowing along with a pout on your lips.

“But-”

He kissed you once more, “How about you just keep me nice and warm for a while?”

In your still far away brain, you didn’t quite get what he meant but you nodded anyways. You trusted him, and all you wanted was to say yes for making him feel good too. He shushed you gently when you reached out for him. Eyes fluttering open to see him taking a moment to shed the rest of his clothes before crawling back to you.

Joel turned your body to the side, his face in your neck as one hand trailed down to his cock that was pressed up against your ass. You lifted your leg slightly and Joel pulled it back to rest over his, “Up here, that’s right, good girl.”

He chuckled to himself at the shiver rolling through you at that one. Gently he swiped his cock over your soaked entrance a few times before pressing his chest against your back. Sliding his cock inside of you, there was no resistance to his thick size so soon after having his mouth on you.

Whimpering slightly, you reached an arm back to wrap behind his neck and Joel kissed the side of your head. You barley could turn to see even part of his face with your eyes struggling to stay open. “Like this?”

Joel pulled you as close into him as possible, you gasping at the shift of his cock inside of you fitting so snugly. “Just like this, sweetheart.”

Neither of you moved for a bit, but your limbs felt heavy despite the delicious way his cock filled you even so still. Your head moved further into the pillow as your voice was sleepy. “Joel, I don’t know if I can-”

Joel’s own eyes were closed at that point. Pressed a kiss to your hair and pulled you as close as he could get you, trying to control himself at your walls clenching around him. “I’m happy just like this.” Your eyebrows narrowed despite your eyes themselves sliding shut like his and you weren’t surprised Joel somehow sensed that. “Just for a little while.”

That little while wasn’t exactly true. It took little time for you both to fall asleep. Joel only having enough strength to pull the sheet up to cover your naked bottom half before he fell asleep. His arms tight around you, and your pussy tight around his cock. You two would tackle anything heavier another time he decided.

Though, that wasn’t quite true either. In fact something else entirely would come creeping up on you. But for now, you tried to balance between letting him in, and letting go for yourself.

It always annoyed you when the weather was like this. The sun bright and clear as it beamed down onto the street, giving the illusion that it would feel warm as it baked into your skin. But instead you were left with a crisp chill in the air and enough snow that forced you to shovel off the platform you were currently on. One of your legs sat tucked under your body as the other hung over the edge, scattered wood sat to the side of you. Holding up large screws up to the sunlight, one eye squinting as you tried to make out how in shape it was.

Maria had all but thrown a carrying case at you not long ago when she asked “You know much about bows?” Your eyebrow raised in question but you nodded.

“I know enough.”

Suddenly you were catching a heavy bag with pieces clanked inside of it. “You can keep them if you have the patience to put them all together.”

Now here you sat, the limbs of two bows scattered as you tried to find which parts were the right fitting attachment. You had hardly paid attention as you looked back to the pile, tossing the screw aside with a huff before looking through the assortment that had just sat loose at the bottom of the bag. Not hearing anything coming up to you, your head shot up eyes sharp in alert as a heavy foot gently kicked at the foot dangling over the platform edge.

It was severely unfair of Joel to stand there, the sun shining down on him in just the perfect way that lit his skin up with a glow, and reflected off of the scattered greys in his hair. Nothing even close to a proper winter jacket for how cold it had been getting sat on his person, a stark contrast to your similar one that barley kept you from shivering. At least Joel ran warm enough that it didn’t matter for him.

One of his hands reached out, pulling a limb up towards him as he tossed it mindlessly in his hand. “Finally getting that storage closet cleared out?”

Your face twisted slightly as you turned the screw in tight enough to strain your hand. “Yeah, some old recurves. Not in the best shape, but I figure they’ll do the job well enough.” Reaching to the side you came upon nothing, realizing Joel had the other limb.

Reaching out for it, Joel pulled his arm back as your hand flailed to nothing. Your face fell flat, mouth pressed in a thin line as Joel’s eyes swam with amusement. Deciding to lean his legs against the concrete, he relented. Giving you the limb, and crossing his arms over his chest as he now watched your focused work. “You shoot with a bow often?”

Shrugging, you noticed him reach over your lap to grab the second bows parts. “Somewhat. I was in an old shooting range for not too long. No guns let, obviously, but the inside shop still had a couple kinds of bows laying around. One of the guys in our group tried teaching me to use the crossbow, but it didn’t really work for me.”

Starting to slid the string into place you noticed Joel was much faster at putting it together then you had been. “Their reload time’s the problem. If you’re just out hunting that’s one thing, but not exactly my first choice for close quarters.”

Watching him work, it always pinged inside of you how easily Joel put together things. How seamlessly he would work like he didn’t even need to think about it. His hands large against the thin handle didn’t help the matter. “You think your aim’s still on par?”

Diverting your eyes up to his face, once again you felt that distracting pull. His handsome features trained on you with a warmth that if you let yourself, could envelop you completely. “Probably a bit better. Didn’t really use guns back then and we didn’t stay there long. So I’m either pretty good,”

“Or pretty shit.” A smirk falling on both of your faces as you rolled your eyes to the side, pulling the bag over to you to pull our the arrow bundles. Joel relieving you of the one on your lap, he held them up side by side, and looked back over to you with an inquisitive expression. By the time you looked back over, he was holding out the one he had put together. “That one feels a couple pounds lighter, it’ll be a better fit.”

Jumping down suddenly, Joel found himself watching your side carefully. He knew at this point it was mostly healed over, the bloody torn open skin at the least. Enough time had passed, but Joel also had yet to see what remained. For the past two weeks Joel hadn’t seen you wear anything besides long sleeves more then once maybe.

If he took if off you, it was only allowed in the dark. Otherwise, no one but you were allowed to look at it. He was starting to understand why you seared the one on your arm. A burn mark was easier to look at then what lay hidden underneath. It was easier for you to never have to see it.

Now though? There was no chance in hell he was going to do the same to your side. He refused to harm you at all, let alone that badly. He also just couldn’t handle your reaction. Something like that would have you screaming in agony, and there was no part of Joel’s heart that would be able to handle that.

Waving you to the side, he grabbed the longer bundle and had you follow him more out back. No one around but a few empty crates just strewn over the ground. Putting a hand out to stop you in your tracks, Joel walked over to a low hanging tree branch and hung one of the small lighter crates over the thick bark.

Turning to you, it struck you as a challenge. His eyes glinting in question, and hiding his smile as he walked back when you started pulling off the tie keeping the arrows together. “Easy enough.”

Gently placing the bow in his hands down, he walked up to your side head close to yours. “You remember your form?” Was he rumbling deep near your ear on purpose or was it just a demanding yearning in your heart that particular day? “Show me.”

Turning to the side, Joel watched silently as you loaded up and aimed. A shaky breathe leaving your lips, and letting your hold go. Sure enough, you felt your shoulders sag as it just barley missed that tree entirely. He didn’t say anything, but you felt the embarrassment regardless. “Just a warm up is all.”

Joel let you get as far as loading the arrow before starling you with hands on your waist. “Feet turned all the way to the side, just like that.” Guiding you to face almost entirely to the right with only your upper body twisted to look.

His hands had you buzzing under all those layers. You swallowed down that feeling, but only made you aware of the beating in your heart. His hands never left you, just stepping in closer so his chest hovered close to your back. “Thumb away from the front.”

It took you a moment to even hear what he said, so Joel showed for you. Grasping your fingers and pulling them into position away from the open air. “Right, uhm, yeah.” That was well spoken wasn’t it?

Trailing along your arm Joel once again held both sides of your waist as you let another breathe out before trying again. This time it hit the tree, but too low and off to the side. Your jaw clenched, trying to hold back a growing upset. Two misses in a row, now you were just feeling embarrassed and stupid in front of Joel’s watchful gaze.

This time the warm rumbling was right in your ear, Joel’s hands sliding down to hold tighter at your hips as he pressed his back into you. Feeling your body mould into his front without any thought, stammered silently trying to come up with an excuse. Joel however took a much more comforting approach. “Shhh, relax sweetheart. There are no stakes here, take your time it’s just me.”

Looking down to the snow below your feet, you could see Joel’s own all but beside yours as if to keep you locked in place against him. Pulling back, Joel’s hands moved up to straighten your arm out. “It’s not a gun, remember? Arms straight, not locked.”

Once again keeping his touch burning you as they slid back down to your hips. Your heart was beating harder, but you also felt Joel’s chest rising and falling in tandem with your own breathing. Maybe if it weren’t for the jacket, you could feel Joel’s doing the same.

Taking your time to aim it up right, you felt his grip on your hips tighten before he muttered to you once more time. “C’mon baby.”

Your heart jumping in your chest, you let go of the arrow on instinct, watching it slam into the crate with a crack as it jostled it somewhat in place. Joel pulled you into his chest close this time, purposely leaning into your neck to press a kiss there. You should feel elated, but you just shivered at his lips.

“That’s my girl.” You tried to smother the little smile on your face but of course he saw it. You didn’t see his face full of pride, and his eyes trained entirely on you instead of accomplished target.

“Impressed?”

To you, it was just a joke. Not meaning much other then a tease of your lack of skill, but Joel always kept you on your toes. “With you? Always.”

Hands sliding off of your body, one of them trailed along your lower back causing your eyes to flutter for just a second. His gentle touch still took getting used to. Watching him reach up with no effort to pull it down, he looked over to you as you yelled playfully. “How about you show me how it’s done this time, Miller?”

Bringing out a tiny competitive streak in you was an aspect he had grown to love. Never in anything of value, but always competing with Joel for the smallest things. His eyes always eventually sliding over to something darker the further in you got.

This time though, there was none. He just hit his target on each pull, leaving your mouth slightly parted and eyes bright with awe. His own form faced where you stood near a back wall. Brown eyes sharp, with his features turning harsh as he slipped into his focus.

It wasn’t lost on Joel when he faced you again, the look you were giving him. A warmth flowing through your veins at how effortlessly skilled he was, continued to be at so many things at that. His mouth in what could be mistaken for a frown, you knew really held a concealed need.

His body hovered over you, reaching around you to put his bow down as his fingers danced across your body as he pulled it back. Using them to nudge your chin up to look him in the eye, you felt your limbs itching at the need to explore over him. Your name mumbled from his lips he leaned in close, breathe hitting your cheek. “Do I get a consolation price, or do you want me to just pick it out for myself?”

A laugh left you at how quickly he turned from a desire to grumpy. Your hands reached out to the top of his waistline, tapping across the belt buckle that you could feel under your fingertips caused his stomach to twitch at how close you moved your touch already. But then someone from around the front called your name. And Joel’s face fell to annoyance.

Smiling genuinely at him, you reached up instead to lightly trace your thumb over his facial hair. The coarseness always scratching at your palm, riling your own insides up. “How about you think on it and let me know?”

Pulling your chin close, Joel pressed a kiss to your lips. A surprising passion behind the force of his lips, his tongue just barley teasing you before he pressed a smaller chasate one to you. “You should get on back. I’ll handle all this.”

Your brows furrowed, your brain stirring at him cleaning up something that you made. “I can do it, it’s fine.”

Ever the stubborn man, he just kissed your forehead before nudging you away from him to make you head out. “Go.” His voice deep and stern, you nodded before turning away and made your way back around to the platform.

Telling yourself the whole time that you’ll get used to it. That the nerves flooding your bloodstream when he was that close, with his hands so greedily on your body would slow down eventually.

You weren’t the only one though, grappling with the very same problem. Joel was still accepting being given a chance for a life he never imagined he’d come close to having, or even wanting ever again. It forced him to stand back and reacquaint himself with emotions he’d assumed were long past what he’d get in this life. Feeling like a father again was a fight with his own trauma, but on the other side? Having you was just as much as an anomaly to him as he was to you.

He genuinely couldn’t tell anyone the last time he had something anywhere near this. Even his realization of how he felt about you hit Joel with an intense force. Shutting himself off from that kind of feeling a long time ago. Giving up that care for closeness or intimacy just as he assumed he would never be a whole person again. So in a way, he was very much like you. Used to being alone.

Joel knew however how different your approach to it was. You had always been out there. Traversing land that to everyone else, was a risking mission to navigate. But it was the only way you’ve known since it begun. He’s not even sure you’ve ever seen inside any zone. Preferring not to rely on strict and rigid dependency on one of those cities. But it also left you on the outside of so many people, most of the people Joel knew now.

It was like a need that neither of you realized was missing. A person to lean on. Someone to understand the turmoil in your head and fit perfectly in the dark void of your heart that needed that support. Even if it took Joel this long to see it. To see that he wanted someone like that, well, not anyone if he was being honest.

You stuck out to him from the start. That day he sat you sitting at a counter with a fierce gaze bracing yourself for whatever rough demeanor he walked in on may bring down on you. A burning thought in his mind that trailed back to you the longer he was around you until it led to now. Standing under the warm stream of water listening through the walls to your voice moving about the house, knowing your feet will eventually take you to here.

His hands smoothing over his hair to let the water rush over his face. You didn’t bother calling out to him as you walked into the bedroom. The thin walls enough to let you hear one another, but Joel’s hands itched to have you in his reach. Debating on calling you to him first. It had been years since he even wanted a woman in his arms, but now it was as if his agitation only grew when you weren’t exactly there.

Your fingers tapped at the dresser, gaze locked on the light peeking through the bottom of the door with warm steam flowing out and enticing you in from the cold outside. You could just shut the door, or even walk away from this side of the house completely but your skin also begged you to at least rinse your face with a splash.

It was foolish to assume maybe you could sneak in and out without Joels warm cadence pulling at your heart to join him. Creaking the door open quiet as possible, you stepped quietly in and shut it just as slow. It took about ten seconds to realize how stupid your assumption was.

“We gotta work on how to be sneaky on top of your aim now?” Eyes closing, you braced your palms flat on the sink edges. Biting the inside of your cheek you wanted to resist getting caught in the trap.

Grabbing a small cloth, you let the smallest bit of water run over part of it to not skyrocket the temperature for him. “You making fun of me for it now? I knew you were just showing off earlier.” He chuckled as you ran the rough fabric over your face, at least giving you some reprieve. “Pretty of you, Miller.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that.” About to run the cloth over your cheek, your hands paused mid movement at what was inevitable. “How about you join me then? Let me make it up to you?”

You suspect he heard the slight thud of your hand dropping down onto the sink, cloth laying partially in it was you avoided the shower curtain beside you and the mirror just above you. The soft inner workings of your heart warmed at just feeling him against you, but the other reckoned you weren’t going to convince him to do it in the dark.

The lack of response went on too long, causing you to startle a tad at the sound of the curtain being pulled back just slightly. Handsome features beautifully on display as his hair was slicked back, flat against his head as opposed to the curling volume that always seemed to be perfect. Just the top of his chest was exposed as well, broad shoulder down to his strong, sculpted arm keeping the rest of him mostly covered with the curtain.

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head as you looked back down. “Not much in the way of time.” Just as he opened his mouth, you turned your head back with a playful smirk and a finger pointing in his direction. “You and I both know you’re not going to just make it quick.”

Sharing a quiet laugh together, he beamed at you with gentle eyes. Not just one with a want, but one that radiated more of a need. A softness that you knew both of you were itching deep in your bones to share. Looking at nothing around the room, you gracefully came up with a fair excuse to deny him.

“I just- uhm...” That should do it. No more of a convincing argument that having none at all.

Your arms had crossed around your stomach, shifting eyes sliding back to him as your name fell from his mouth. “Just for a little bit. Long enough at least to take care of you, just in here.” Joel was never pushy, but he wasn’t just thinking of taking care of you. You knew the brightness in his eyes were silently asking for you to let him just hold you.

Fidgeting on the spot, you glanced down to where your arms covered your lower torso protectively, once again biting the inside of your cheek painfully as you exhaled shakily. “Hey,” Joel calling for you to look up once more, his brows a but more furrowed then before as his face sat more serious. “I’m not trying to beg here. Just because I’m asking doesn’t mean I’m going to force you even when you’re uncomfortable.”

Teeth changing places to bit your lip harshly, before shaking your head. “No, I know. Just...” Once again glancing down to your torso you muttered, “Give me a minute, okay?”

A deep hum vibrated in his chest, “Take your time, sweetheart.”

Shower curtain closing, leaving you back in privacy. Taking everything else off was no thought. Folding everything into a neat pile off to the side, before it was just your shirt and underwear left. You caught your gaze in the mirror and turned cowardly. Flipping around you pulled off your bra from under the fabric, and sliding down your bottoms to join the rest.

Colours flashed through your eyes as they squeezed shut, your throat forcing something choked up back down to the pit of your stomach. The blank wall in front of you did nothing to ease the anxiety, but you did it anyway. The shirt not even being given the care to add onto the stack. It landed in a light flop somewhere unknown as you swiveled to look at the curtain.

From what you could tell, Joel stood near the shower head, so your slow pace aimed to the back where he had poked his head out. If you thought more about it you’d risk talking yourself out of it. So you gently pressed on, pulling the curtain back and stepping in.

The sprays of water and steam were warmer then before, Joel no doubt turning up the temperature to what you preferred as he called ‘scolding’.

Joel’s back was large and broad, sprinkles of water dripping down it as he kept his face turned from looking at you. Giving you the space to come to him. While your sigh was masked by the overpowering water, the colder touch of your hands smoothing over his back had Joel’s eyes flutter shut as his jaw clenched to keep from sighing out at the feeling.

You needed a chance to feel comfortable around him like this, and the feeling of your gentle touch on his rougher skin tugging at his heart would only make you feel rushed to get a move on. So he stood, hands spinning the bar of soap in them instead.

When you were a child, you had a blanket that was heavy and fuzzy. A soft weighted blanket that helped your troubled little brain to get to sleep easier. It’s feeling on your hands when you curled it into your front always brought you comfort. Tracing your fingers over Joel’s back felt just like that.

He was the thing now that quieted that noise. And it wasn’t lost on you, that you were the same for him. Running down his sides, you hovered as they reached his waist. Taking a step forward, you rested the side of your head into his shoulder blade and pressed closer to him.

Joel took the reigns from there. Grabbing your hands and pulling them around his middle, keeping his fingers as much with yours as he could, while he leaned his own head back. You rising your forehead up just enough to rest against each other.

You’re heart beating enough for him to feel, but his warmth against your front lulling you a quieter state. Losing yourself in how he feels. A few minutes had passed before you unwrapped your hands, grasping the soap from him and pulling it back to you.

Joel’s head started to turn, but you grabbed at his waist as a warning. He kept his head slightly turned to the side, but not enough to peek at you. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

Lathering up the soap in so it foamed all over your hands, you smiled at what clearly was the sound of a pout in his tone. Resting the soap on an edge, you stood on your toes to reach his ear. “And whose taking care of you, Joel?” Not waiting for an answer, you pressed a kiss just below it and finally started to slide your hands over him.

Every now and then you pulled back just enough to gather more soap, but you gently washed at his skin almost in a massage. Joel’s shoulders sagging as his arms braced themselves against the tiles. You leaned your chin over his shoulder, pressing another kiss to the untouched part of his jaw you could reach before gently pulling one arm closer to his front at a time.

Joel’s eyes never looking away from your hands carefully moving over him, almost grasping his fingers just like before as you scrubbed them too. If you both didn’t feel so lost in the melancholy washing away to a serene quiet, one or both of you would have let a tease slip from the smirk on your faces as you knelt down close behind him.

Neither of you though had that kind of energy in their veins at the moment. Joel keeping steady breaths as his eyes stayed shut, trying not to let whatever emotions bubbling up in his chest overwhelm him, where you were focused on letting the only touch he felt to be with gentle care. You could reach the front of his legs from here, treating the muscles from calf to thigh with the same massaging rub as you liked to do with his back.

But you couldn’t reach his chest, and both of you knew that. The only way to do that for Joel was for him to face you. So once again, you hovered at his waist. “You don’t have to-”

Instead, you kissed his jaw once more. Pressing your front against his back once more, “Turn around for me. Please.”

You didn’t look at his face. Not yet ready to see where his eye line was looking at. Instead you focused on the task at hand. His chest broad and strong, but a softness as it goes along all the way down to his hips. You stared at his chest for a while, not even noticing the soft smile on your lips as you just traced your palms back up closer to his collarbones.

Joel ran his hands over your hips, voice low in your ear. “You going to let me do what I called you in here, or what?” You nodded, not looking at him still but he pulled your chin up with his fingers, pressing a short kiss to you. “I’m gonna need the soap to do that, sweetheart.”

He chuckled as you rolled your eyes, smacking the bar playfully into his open hand. Turning you by your shoulders. “Turn around for me.”

This time you had enough haze leave your head to let it slip this time. “What? No bend over to follow that up with?”

Joel pinched your hip, muttering “Smartass,” into your ear. His own back kept the heavy stream out of your own face. Where he needed the hot water rushing over his face to drown out the loud yelling inside his head surrounding his heart with this intense feeling he didn’t want to scare you with. You needed to stay calm and open, just letting the steam clear your lungs to keep your breathing steady.

His touch wasn’t as massaging, but thorough. Spending as much time as he could to run his hands over you as he washed you over. Joel’s hands though, were a bit more greedy. Taking the chance to grasp at your ass, a handful tight in each hand before rubbing around to your hips.

Not turning you just yet, you felt him gather more soup and stepping so your back was pressed right up against his chest now. Both lathered up hands moving from yous shoulders to cupping your neck, pulling your head back onto his shoulder with it so he could kiss you.

This time his lips matched his hands, greedy and teasing your mouth with his tongue while he gave the same treatment to your breasts as he did your ass. He smirked almost mischievously into your lips as he did so.

His did though, stop his path just above where he knew made your heart pound. Your eyes straight forward now as you barley let any air move through you. Whatever your arm looked like when you had done it, your side looked worse.

Jagged marks that you knew were once teeth had left scarring rips in the skin, and the ripples around it once cracked and bloody now sat flat but stark against your skin. The one on your arm didn’t bruise, but this had. Deep purples that had you sick to your stomach now shaded in yellows and greens as the stitches healed the wound shut for good. It still made you sick.

But Joel, smooth his hand over it, first running back and forth before stopping, only letting his thumb do the smoothing over as your breathe hitched. His taller frame loomed over you enough to see the instant build up what could turn into tears at his touch. A large hand pulled you by the side of your head into him, pressing a kiss to your hair. Keeping you right there until he felt your body twirl its tense rigidness.

Crouching down, he prompted you to turn to face him now. Removing his hand only to race his nose along the scars kissing whatever looked like it had been the most aggressively painful. You felt almost lightheaded, a choke rising in your chest. Giving you a kindness that you never thought would come to you for something that left you with nothing but pain and anger. Something no one had ever treated like it was just another part of your skin he wanted to adore.

Your heart slowed, Joel pressing his forehead into the scar. Not even realizing, your hand naturally gravitated down, raking through his wet hair until you found a place to keep a gentle hold on. Nudging at it with his nose once more time, Joel looked up at you with his brown eyes shining.

Your chest flamed and roared with turmoil, did you recognize this intensity in your heart? Was it a word that you were ready to share with the only person in your life who’d ever been told it by you, or was it all just too much in one time? Making your heart lurch in so many emotions.

Either way you held a hand out to him. His large one encasing your smaller hand in his, the other braced on the scar without moving. Wrapping your arms around his neck only again threading your fingers through his hair, now soaking once again with water. “Thank you.”

Little space was left between your bodies, leaving little room for Joel to find your eyes. “For what, sweet girl?”

But you just smiled, shaking your head. “Just, for you.”

It would be later on in the evening that Joel was inevitably called out. Food still on the table, you had stepped out onto the porch to go over a few things with Tommy who’d stopped by earlier. And who Joel had unceremoniously kicked out after having his own plate raided by his brother of all people.

The front door was still open, but kept just enough for a small cool breeze inside, your voice muffled with Tommy’s when Joel casually looked over at Ellie. His own face fell flat at the pointed stare she was giving him. “Are you ever going to tell her, or do you want me to just do it for you?”

Raising his eyebrows, he leaned his elbows onto the table with a squinting challenge on his face. “And what’s that exactly?”

A childish grin grew on her face as he regretted goading her in the first place. “That you love her? That you’re deeply, madly, head over heels in love-” Her mock interrupted by a little yelp of protest as Joel pushed the side of her face away with a nudge of his palm.

“Yeah, yeah got it. I regret asking.” Ellie wasn’t wrong, not in anyway was she wrong about that. But neither you or him were simple people. Your heads and lives filled with complexities not always easy to speak out loud. “It’s not...time.”

Looking back at her, she huffed. Pushing food around on her plate to distract herself from the fact that she wasn’t going to keep eating until you got back. “Is it ever going to be time?” Her face wasn’t as playful as before. That yearning to all be together wasn’t carved deep into Joel’s soul alone.

Joel pulled her as much as he could from their seats into his side. Pressing a kiss to the side of her head, the same heavy weight in his chest as the one in her. “When she’s ready.”

The two of the had more to say, but Ellie scrambled to look as casual as possible when the shut of the front door echoed. Knowing nothing about what they talked about, you stopped in the middle of the door frame eyes narrowing at how guilty she looked.

Joel smiled though, shaking his head to dismiss it as nothing more then goofing around. If he kept going at this rate, you’re relationships going to come full circle. Tommy or Maria spilling the beans to you for just how in love with you he was. If he wasn’t so determined to go at your own pace, he may have just given up and let them.

Night fall blanketed fast over the sky, and the rest of the sailed by in peace. A feeling that tomorrow would be laughing at all too soon.

You had agreed to join Joel and Tommy in the early hours the next morning. A stark chill in the air still cold enough to see your breath in, and a crispness that could sting if you were out in it too long. You were on your own, checking out some other areas while the two of them looked over the existing areas of interest.

It was the footprints that caught your eye. Footprints in a secluded area that you know any of the people here didn’t hang around in. It looked like multiple at first but as you knelt down it was clearly one set that had been in this area for a while. No tracks led up to it, so they must have arrived either in the dead of night or just before dawn when the fresh snow fell down.

All of them faced in the direction of town, all of them looking in the general vicinity of visible houses that you knew included Joel and Ellie’s. Your hand that had been keeping the gun strap your arm steady tightened. Your eyes scanning around you as you slowly stood up.

Luckily for you, not enough snow had fallen yet to hide the prints so obviously trying to look conspicuous. Head towards where you knew Joel and Tommy had been in when you separated from them. If they were hiding out here, chances were they were sneaking on the outskirts for as long as possible.

Can’t hide from someone who used to do the same thing. You traveled alone for a long time, something that required you to be watchful and stealthy. Following the weasel to their current position wouldn’t take too much effort in this weather. It was what you’d find that was the unknown.

It was the same building that you first sat in where Joel and Tommy stopped by. The heater worked best in there, and they typically went over things inside there before the day filled up with people. “I’m gonna heat it up before you forget too.” Lucky for Joel, Ellie was more insistent about staying warm then he was.

By the time he and Tommy arrived, Ellie was already toasty and sitting along a counter waiting to be let in on their talks. She didn’t do much for now, but Joel preferred to have her with them and listen or watch. Let her watch and she’ll give a hand when she’s ready.

Ellie looked behind them as they walked in with a furrow in her brow, asking your name.

Shrugging off his own weapons he laid them on the counter space beside her. “Went to go look for anything that might have shown up overnight. I’ll go look for her if she doesn’t show up soon.” He walked over to where Tommy laid out some simple blueprints for the outer security, palm resting flat on the table with the other on his hip as they made scribbles on the already marked up paper.

Ellie narrowed her eyes at the rifles next to her and hopped down. Grabbing both she occupied herself with hanging them by their straps onto a safe part of the wall close to the back room hall. What she didn’t notice, was the click of a window lock at the end of the clearly empty hallway.

Nothing was over there and she didn’t think anything else. Just walked back to the main room, arms crossed to hide her hands deeper into her sweater and leaned against the wall reading the spread out work on the table diligently.

Part of Joel had to tell himself to focus more. Despite the sun barley peeking up when he woke up, it was still too late in the morning to do anything about how addictive it felt to wake up inside you. He really didn’t mean to fall asleep the entire night like that, but there was something that pinged deep in his heart to have you that close to him at both of your most venerable.

You both had to get up and head out though, only enough time to tease you when he pulled his half hard cock from your somehow still wet pussy and leaving a few bites at your neck to pull a gasp of his name out of you before separating entirely to get dressed. He teased himself though, because now all he wanted was to find a time during the day to pull you home and throw you onto the bed like he really wanted too.

He just wasn’t as focused as he should have been. Tommy was doing most of the talking, better at forming a plan in his head when he voiced it to his brother and so him noticing was less then likely.

No one was even faced the right direction to see the down the hallway. It was closer to the front door then the table they stood around, so no one saw the gentle slide of the same window that clicked unlocked earlier. A single gloved hand raising it up as slow as possible to keep the sound down and moving just as slow as the figure raised up to bent over it.

First one leg went though to straddle the frame, hovering over the floor to make sure the sound of their shoe stepping down wasn’t heard. Just as slow they ducked their head and torso inside and climbed in, not bothering to stay low as their final leg joined in.

Their body only turned to the side enough to reach the window, and slid it down shut even more at a snails pace then to open it. Their head never turned to look at what their hands were doing. They were watching and no chance were those eyes going to go anywhere but the target.

Joel was tied between the talks he and Tommy were discussing, and wondering how long it’d take for you to get there. Having you move in might have been a bad idea, because now Joel had the biggest excuse to be weak. Something deep in his mind wanted to just be selfish and drag you back to your bed together and keep you there because now it didn’t matter how long you he kept you there.

His fingers scratched at the wood on the table as his eyes looked over the paper mapping out what path he’d walk to try and catch up to you. You were quiet and inquisitive, if something caught your eye you had a tendency to let it occupy your focus and forget to update anyone. It was cold this morning, and it was early and part of Joel was just feeling greedy to keep you with him today.

No one noticed. The front of the door was lined with a map and a strip of carpet that followed the length of the counter before tapering off into the wooden floors of the main room. Any movement was quiet if the person didn’t move so quickly or suddenly.

Facing away, the backs of Joel and Tommy were the only main vision in sight of the figure, but crouched onto the ground to keep from being clear and in sight put Ellie somewhat in their eye line. She was smaller though, astute eyes currently trained on the two men she looked up too. Without knowing anything about her, it could be assumed she was too weak or cowardly to even do anything if she looked this way.

Joel only just so happened to glance up, asking Ellie a question. “We’ll head over there later and I can show you how to set that up, okay?” His voice was soft and genuine, but his eyebrows raised along with a darkening of his eyes at her sudden distracted face.

Ellie was good at paying attention and her current distraction was wide eyed. Bordered on a shocked surprise and not in a good way. It was a way that had Joel’s heart lurch in his chest, and Tommy seemed to see and feel it at the same time.

Joel and Tommy didn’t turn around right away, it felt like as they did it was in slow motion. It wasn’t even the split second they saw Ellie’s expression that caused it, it was the echo in the empty room that clicked loudly. Distinctly.

Ellie’s hand shot out and grasped the fabric of Joel’s arm like a crutch as both men turned to the noise behind them. But it wasn’t the approaching footsteps finally reaching the wooden floor that was what they heard.

The three of them looked to the front of the room at the unmistakable sound of a cocking shotgun, one set ready to fire at any time. Whipping around though, the figure on the ground didn’t do it. The figure on the ground wasn’t even a face they knew.

A man stooped crouched onto the ground, with both hands just barley risen into the air in defense, never having a chance to grab at whatever he had stored in his pockets. Behind the unknown man was the source of the loading shotgun.

Not a foot behind him, you stood with the weapon steady in your arms aimed at the back of the figure’s head. Your eyes steeled in an unblinking harshness Joel had rarely seen on you.

The man didn’t dare move, but in a tone just above a whisper, threw out a plea.

“I’m just here to talk..”

If you and Joel had one thing that refused to get in the way of how you felt about each other? It was that no matter what was about to happen you and Joel knew that whatever the consequences would be? You and him were in it together no matter what. The deep yearning in Joel’s heart to tell you the true extend of the love he could barley keep hidden from you anymore would have to wait, or at least find a way to show you despite whatever was about to come of this.

You didn’t blink, nor did your readiness to fire change. The man’s eyes widened in what looked like fear as he heard your voice cut through sharply into the silence. No joke or lightness in your voice, and the familiarity of it had the already caught the man in a trap of what he had walked in on. His face showing to all three of them that he was doused in the freezing water of shock and fear, at the realization who was at the other end of the shotgun.

You only had one response for the unknown man.

“Is talking really all you’re here for, Owen?”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us imagine #joel miller/female reader

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BAD DREAMS .ೃ࿐

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru

Summary: Gojo knows he shouldn’t. But when he wakes up calling out his name he can’t resist—he needs him.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Degradation, Rougher Sex, Face-fucking, Multiple Positions, Switch Dynamics, Mirror Sex, Feelings, Hurt/Angst, Emotional/Comfort (this is them in their early 20’s), Not Beta Read, little OOC (wrote this for some fun).

Author’s Note: I’ve never written character x character much but I got inspired and wrote this for my angels. I love the headcanon that they saw each other secretly as the years went by.

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Gojo Satoru’s apartment is sort of like you’d expect, endlessly and stupidly lavish but extremely cold and maybe a little empty.

One might wander through it and see that its very interior was still waiting for someone to come home, much like the penthouse’s owner.

The kitchen is modern and sleek, it all blends together cohesively, lights that turn on just by sensing movement. But it’s awfully large to cook in alone, it’s large enough you could envision one lover sat upon the counter with their legs swinging back and forth, whilst the other was clad in a novelty apron and stood at the stove.

A stupid one that said “kiss the chef” or something, Gojo always wanted to get Geto one of those when they moved in together one day. But it never happened.

Shoko brought him a bunch of ornate glass jars to store his candy, decoratively. But all those pretty jars lined up on the counter like that, in some kind of defensive line. They simply seemed to remind Gojo that there was no one to scold him for eating too much of it and not a real home cooked meal.

No wonder Megumi couldn’t cook, he clearly couldn’t either.

The large l-shaped sofa was so comfy Gojo slept on it more than his own bed, every corner of it was swimming in blankets and pillows. That way he doesn’t have to feel the empty space between him and the soft plump grey cushion. He doesn’t have to remember the chest he should have his cheek pressed against when he’s watching movies on the flat screen—alone.

Geto told him once that he hated the couch he had back home. Gojo wanted to give him all the space to breathe and be, he wanted their long legs to intertwine and enjoy the expanses of plush cushion together.

One time he even drunkenly said he’d have rather sat on milk crates, rather than his shoulders jutting into his fathers, or his mothers while he sat. He was always tall and broad, feeling like he took up too much space. He always wanted his own space although his room at Jujutsu High with Gojo felt like heaven on earth. They slotted their beds together most nights.

The bathroom was probably the worst reminder. The shower itself was a room. Geto loved spending time just letting the water cascade down his back. Making that beautiful black hair of his heavy with water as the steam that rose danced before his spine and kissed the muscles of his back.

The bath was large too, circular and deep enough for four people let alone two. It overlooked Tokyo, perfect for the placing of candles just beside it. Dark and slick and romantic.

The bedroom featured a king sized bed in which the tall white haired sorcerer slept alone.

But if the walls could speak, they’d reveal that the apartment and the owner were indeed waiting for a special someone to come home, but not in a final sense. In a sense that meant they were never finished with each other, that the bathtub had housed them both many a night, that sometimes Gojo clung to Geto as he used the stove. That most of the time they never made it to the bed, that the sofa really did do just fine.

It hadn’t even been a month, but the entire penthouse was waiting with bated breath. Tokyo’s landscape waited for the two lovers to feast their eyes upon it as they pinned one another against the glass, and as they watched at the lights of Shibuya with half-lidded eyes after, bodies entwined in the tub.

Gojo was waiting, whether he knew it or not.

He clutched his pillow so tight the cotton burned the tips of his fingers, as he did everything to catch up to the person who was slipping from his fingers in his mind. “Suguru, don't! Please, just—don't leave me, you promised me,” he blurted out, his voice small.

It was always the same rotten dream, though it was because these feelings never went away. The emptiness never ceased, Gojo put black holes through curses without even blinking, whilst the black hole where his heart used to be enabled him to be as apathetic as was socially acceptable.

Not that this applied to his beloved students, or even Nanami, either and especially not his first love. If anything it applied the most to himself.

He tried to run but his legs were captured by low-level curses, they wound around his calves until the blood there ceased to flow. Until he fell and his teeth took the blow as they crashed into the concrete. He could make out wisps of long black hair, the familiar shuffle of Geto’s walk, the way his fists bunched at his sides. They bunched like that that day too.

Gojo always teased him about it when they were teenagers, it always ended up with Geto setting of Jujutsu High’s barrier with his cursed energy. Years later it also ended with Gojo pinning Geto to his bed, his smirk ghosting Geto’s lips. “Don't hide anything from me, Suguru. You don't need to—ever.”

He jolted out of his nightmare so quickly he instinctively shot out his arms to clutch the one person who could comfort him. But he wasn't there.

Instead he clutched the pillow to his chest, wincing at the familiar roughness of the cotton. Geto always told him to switch to silk, his hair would stop sticking up so much, he told him.

He ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing down the strands and stroking his undercut just like Geto used to. “This—again.” He exhaled deeply, “No one knows about this but you,” he spoke softly to the darkness.

“No one knows about us either.”

He caved in minutes. The false bottom of his nightstand drawer clattering as he groggily searched for the second phone he kept there. He held his breath as he turned it on and dialled the one and only contact.

It only needed to ring twice before the silky voice that crackled through the receiver sent shivers down his spine. He imagined this was what it felt like to call home, until Geto he never knew.

“Dreamt of me, didn’t you, Satoru?”

He squeezed the deflated pillow in his lap. Geto always made his name sound like something so holy and special. He sighed in defeat, "Just—come."

“Okay. But first, you’re gonna tell me the part of me you’re craving the most?'

Following his obnoxious huff he opened his mouth to speak but Geto knew better, “No, no pointless ranting about the semantics. You know what I mean, don't you? You called me which means you want me, right now."

Gojo doesn’t bite his tongue like this with anyone else, instead he carefully nods in the dark. “That much is obvious, Suguru.”

Suguru swallowed at the suggestive lilt that overtook Gojo’s voice, his teeth burying into his lower lip. He inhaled so deeply it sounded like he was biting back a moan. Gojo grew hard in seconds.

“So, my mind? My body? My soul? My touch?”

Gojo pinched the bridge of his nose, phone tucked between his shoulder as he gazed at the city before his window. “I didn't call for a philosophical conversation. I called to fuck, Suguru,” he bit, snappy as his cock throbbed in his baggy sweats.

Geto clicked his tongue, “You still can't get off without me, huh?" He chuckled, a little mirthless. “Can’t, can you?”

He didn't need reminding.

“You…you know I can't,” he hissed.

Geto’s eyes flickered shut, his head reclined against his pillow, imagining Gojo on his cock, perfect like he always was. He couldn't fuck anyone else, either. They were both cursed.

“Suguru?”

“Mm, yeah. I’m coming, okay." His voice was impossibly soft. Sending a lovesick herd of butterflies to attack Gojo’s usually composed stomach. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

“Okay,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat. “I won’t.”

He laughed, his voice sweeter than sugar. “I know you won’t, I’ll see you soon, okay?"

Gojo tsked at the fact he could hear Geto smiling, he didn't even need to see it. “Okay.”

He showered, and then turned the lights down through the apartment so they wouldn’t be in complete darkness. Like they were a normal couple and not two lovers sneaking around behind closed doors. Just like in the beginning of all of this when they were too afraid to even touch each other again.

It feels like hours pass as he stares up at his ceiling, but it’s barely been one before Geto is knocking softly at his door.

As soon as he opens it, Geto’s presence overwhelms his own, telling Gojo all he needs to know about where the night is going.

He’s barely cocked his brow before Geto murmurs, “Yeah? I need you too, did you forget?”

He closes the door with a soft click, one large hand handling the sharp yet soft lines of Satoru’s pretty jaw. His lips work to slow Gojo down, to disarm him, to allow him to melt into his mouth like a soft centred candy.

“That's it,” Geto hums when he finally does, Gojo’s hands no longer clenched but wrapping loosely in Geto’s hair. “Let’s get you off the door, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Gojo whimpers softly, letting Geto push him down onto the couch. His hands scour every part of Gojo’s chest and torso like a sculptor admiring his work.

Then he grips his waist and pulls him in, kissing him like it's the first time in forever. It leaves them both breathless. When he pulls away he smoothes away the frown on Gojo’s lips with his thumb.

“Stop thinking,” Geto pants, “You don't need to when I'm here. I’m gonna give you what you want, yeah?”

He trails his finger down Gojo’s bare chest, kissing along his throat and teasing his teeth against his pulse point until he hisses. “Just wanna appreciate what’s in front of me a little,” Geto whispers, voice pitched dangerously low.

His fingers reach Gojo’s the throbbing erection visible in his sweatpants, his breath hitches until he inevitably moans out Geto’s name, breathy and needy. Geto daintily takes his chin between two fingers, smiling against his mouth. “I’m here to give you what you clearly need.”

“Shut up," Gojo rasps, tugging off Geto’s sweater and lurching to press his lips everywhere he can reach. His eyes flutter shut when he finally makes work of tugging all of Geto’s hair loose. The long feathery hair falls around his face and cages him in, tickling his throat. Geto laughs as he tries to bat it away, but his mouth goes dry when he sees the way his cerulean eyes are shining at him.

The sensation is so familiar—so like home it makes Gojo’s eyes prickle with tears. “Suguru,” he whispers, leaning close for a kiss. Geto indulges him immediately, their arms wrapping around each other, impossibly tight. “I wanted to see you,” he mewls.

Geto bucks his hips against Gojo’s experimentally, rutting his erection against Gojo’s until they break their kiss and Gojo’s tugging down both of their waistbands. He grins at the sight as he makes work of their pants.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh? Not even a month and you’re this desperate.”

Gojo laughs, deep and elated. High on whatever Suguru’s saliva is made of. “Don’t act like you’ve ever ignored my call, Sugu,” he coos, grinning.

Geto quickly closes the space, sliding his thumb into Gojo’s mouth. Shifting his hair to kiss his temple when he sucks obediently. “I won't, because I know I can't, Satoru.”

Gojo grins, continuing to tug away the clothing obstructing the access they want to each other the most. Geto cups his cheek as he does so, his eyes are tender but his voice is laid bare, filled with thick unfiltered lust. “Face of an angel, mouth of a I don't even know what…unfair is what it is,” he whispers.

“Unfair that I can't get enough of you, Satoru. No matter how much I try.” He sighs, “I was about to call you myself, tonight.”

Gojo smirks, throwing aside their remaining clothing. “Liar.”

He switches their positions, and makes his way down Geto’s centre, kissing and licking without breaking from his eyes. “I’ll teach you something, about lying to me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go on then pretty thing,” Geto coos, watching Gojo’s cheeks flush violently at his words.

“Don’t act like I can’t take you, I am stronger, y’know.” He kisses and nips until Geto’s hands finally lay to rest at the nape of his neck.

“I know you can take me. I’ve seen it. Not that it ever gets old. So give in and do what you’re dying to do.”

Gojo blushes even more ferociously, gripping the thick base of him. His tongue eagerly catches the sweet beads of arousal racing along the veins. Geto’s cock was so long and thick that only

Gojo’s large hands managed to dwarf it.

He worked on him, carefully, licking and sucking and kissing on his cock, Geto cooed praises to him when he finally took him in his mouth. Gojo always managed to take his entire length, he was the best after all.

“Fuck Satoru, let me fuck you—dying to fuck you. Don’t let me cum!” He moaned, pulling Gojo’s mouth off his cock and delighting in the lewd strings of arousal and spit that broke and shone against his chin.

“Already?”

“Satoru, you have no idea how fucking hot you look sucking me like that, it’s dangerous,” he purred, tugging him close. “You take it all like the good boy you really are.”

You’re nothing like me.

Gojo nodded, completely entranced and holding onto every word. Caging Geto below him with a lazy smile on his lips. This brief window was always so dangerous, the moment when Satoru’s eyes were glassy and half-lidded from arousal.

Their laughs rang through the apartment as they tripped over each other scrambling to Gojo’s bedroom. Grabbing for lube whilst their tongues practically probed the back of the others throats.

It’s a quick working and arranging of their bodies, learnt and done so many times before.

It’s almost primal. The way Geto grunts, and Gojo moans just seconds behind, hips pulled up and arched impossibly. Geto’s large handprints leave indelible marks as he pumps his thick fingers in and out until Gojo’s whimpering incomprehensible nonsense.

“Sugu, I’m ready, just fuckin~now, need it. Fuck me.”

Geto tilts his face just to press a fond kiss to his forehead, pushing the hair out of his eyes just so he can enjoy every inch of his face. “I’m so lucky to get you like this, don’t think I don't know it.”

He presses another kiss to his cheek and he moans this time, simultaneously pressing the tip of himself at his entrance. “Make it up to me by fucking me,” Gojo chuckles, soon groaning at the stretch.

“God—fuck, you feel so good,” he drawls, turning to kiss Geto himself.

“Does it hurt?” Geto stammers, his voice too shaky to even speak.

“No!”

Geto starts to move, rolling his hips as he sets a steady pace. “Y’know why? Because I’d never hurt you, Satoru.”

“Don’t,” he moans back, fists twisting the sheets under him as drool pools down the corners of his mouth. “Don’t, Sugu.”

“Y’know why?” He kisses his nape, fucking him even harder, his tip nudging that spot deliciously.

“Stop, Sugu,” he whimpers.

He drives himself deeper, gripping Gojo’s waist so much harder that he growls, “Stop this?”

“No, but, don’t.”

“I won’t, because I—I love you.”

It’s magical how Gojo comes all over the sheets from the words. Just like that.

Geto stops, his cheeks burning so badly he hides his face with the back of his hand. Gojo shoves his face into his pillow, refusing to meet his eyes.

He grins at the red tips of Gojo’s ears, grinding his hips against his until he moans once more. Passionate and loving. “That's what you needed to hear to feel good, Satoru? That I love you, because I do. I really do, you feel that, yeah?”

Gojo’s incapable of words, he can't think. He can’t even talk when Geto is fucking him like this.

Geto moans, his lips against the shell of Gojo’s air as he threads their hands together. “I've always loved you, no one loves you like I do.”

“No one ever has,” Gojo hisses. “But you, but you…”

You just had to betray me.

“Next time m’ gonna fuck you till you cry for what you just—did!”

Geto grips the base of Gojo’s cock, jerking as he fills him impossibly full, until he touches the spot again that has tears of pleasure streaming down Gojo’s cheeks.

“Who’s crying now?”

He suddenly pulls out, missing the garbled sounds of his white-haired lover he tugs him, manhandling him until he’s pliant and on his lap like a tamed cat. “Watch yourself, or me. Watch me make the strongest crumble, give yourself to me Satoru.”

“I already give you everything,” Gojo groans, his hips quickly meeting Geto’s thrusts.

“Give yourself to me until there's nothing left.”

Gojo doesn't even recognise himself, so he hides his erotic expressions in Geto’s neck, kissing and biting as Geto thrusts inside him until he’s shooting his cum all over the mirror this time.

Geto’s hands just look so perfectly placed when they’re tightened on his waist and pulling him off and on his cock like this.

“Let it out, let it out. You’ve always been insatiable huh? How much more do you have in you? I know I could fuck you all night and you’d still want more.”

“I fucking hate you,” Gojo groans, repositioning them both so he can ride him. Geto moans as he watches Gojo eagerly stuff him back inside in their reflection.

“So you think you can face me?” Geto grins, cupping the backs of his thighs and fucking him even harder. Gojo can't even keep his eyes open, his lips parted, his cheeks no longer pink but instead replaced with an aggressive red.

“No one takes me like you, Satoru. Always so fucking good for me, so perfect. You were made for me.”

We were made for each other.

Gojo fights back his moans until he can’t, not when Geto is saying all of the things that make him tick. “I was,” he whines back. “Wasn’t I?”

“You feel so fuckin good on my cock, no one feels like you, fuuck.” His voice cracks, his teeth drawing blood from his lower lip. “I’m gonna cum in you, fuck!”

“Sugu!”

“Toru! My, my, my—love.” He shakes, groaning with his lips messily clashing with Gojo’s as he fills him deep.

Gojo whimpers into the corner of his mouth, the pet name making his entire body burn. “My love, my one and only. Satoru I wish, I wish…”

He’s breathless and spent but he’s pinning Gojo down again. Pushing him until his back meets his pillows as he slides in again. “I love you, Satoru. Tell me. Tell me you love me too.”

Gojo’s eyes well up, his teeth gritting as Geto fucks them both into overstimulation. “I won’t, I won't, don't you dare. Can’t ask me that.”

“No,” Geto leans in until their noses are touching,

his hair caging Gojo in, luring him under his siren-like spell.

“Tell me, you used to tell me all the time.”

“I used to say a lot of things.” Gojo moans, kissing him fiercely. “But I won’t say that, Sugu.”

“Then I’ll never see you again.”

He yanks Gojo upright until he’s straddling him once more, gripping his hips in place and pounding into him until he falls wordlessly into his chest. Clawing and moaning from the overload of pleasure. “Fuck you, saying that shit,” he groans. “And then fucking me like this.”

“You like to be fucked like this, you fucking slut.”

Gojo silences his obscene sounds into Geto’s shoulder. Moaning even more when Geto chuckles at how much of a mess he’s become.

“Give and take, we’ve always been give and take. You can fuck me like this next time, I’ll be anything and everything for you whenever you want. Just say it.”

“I can’t!”

Gojo can’t take this anymore, it’s too much, it all feels too good. He overpowers Geto with little effort, but Geto lets him do it anyway.

He shoves him onto the floor, and grips his cock, his smirk mischievous when Geto readies his tongue for it. He lets him slap it against his mouth before he finally takes it. Grinning around his cock as he takes the entire length of it.

“There’s the real Suguru, the exemplary student. The good boy who’s about to shut up and suck me.”

Despite his harsh tone he cups Geto’s face, ignoring the way his chest is heaving and still clawing for breath. No one makes his heart beat like this. He hates how he finds his heart going into a frenzy at anyone with long black hair until he realises it's not his precious Suguru. Not that he'd even tell him that.

“You always did look better with my cock down your throat.”

Geto hums amusedly, choking on Gojo’s cock as he does so.

“I know you love it too, helps you remember your place, doesn’t it? Thats it, fuck!”

He grips Geto’s hair with abandon, fucking his face until ropes of his come spurt down his throat. “Take it all, had to shut you the fuck up, l hate you, I hate you, I hate you!”

As soon as his breaths calm, Geto pins the cocky man below him once more. He has other plans. He straddles his chest, thumb running across his lip. He’s breathless too, voice spent from being fucked so mercilessly.

“Could have tapped out,” Gojo speaks softly, that raptured submission returning as he gazes in awe at the beautiful man above him.

He coughs before he speaks, “I’d never do that, but you are going to pay for it. This pretty face will, anyway.” He slaps his cheek gently before he starts to jerk himself above his face.

Gojo tries to feign frustration but he's turned on beyond belief, cock hard again. It’s so filthy, but it always was, they only ever did this when they were drunk or so horny for each other it turned them into animals.

Geto always touched himself so beautifully, so erotically.

“Because I love seeing your perfect fucking face, painted with my cum. Makes you remember your place.”

Gojo’s hands smoothed along his thighs, in wordless appreciation for the beauty before him.

“That the only man to do this will only ever be me, your one and only, yeah?”

His breath stutters as his orgasm approaches. Gojo finally nods, mouthing a feeble ‘I love you’ before offering his tongue. He groans as Geto’s come practically drowns him and soaks his tongue.

Gojo tries to swallow every drop, but before he knows it Geto’s dragging him toward the damned mirror again. He attempts to fight his grasp for a matter of seconds but he gives up, he doesn't care anymore.

“The fucking strongest belongs to me. The only one that can handle you—is me. Look at yourself.”

He knows he's right even if he hates it.

“You see us? We’re yin, and yang. Me and you, we’re perfect together,” Geto pants, shifting the hair from Gojo’s eyes as if to emphasise his point, his own hair falling over Gojo’s shoulders.

The city lights shine through Gojo’s white hair, and over Geto’s illuminating the thick black silk falling over his shoulders

“You’re mine, Satoru, and I love you. I will forever.”

Gojo cocks his brow but he leans closer, “You’re so vocal today, the good sex got you this sentimental.” He sighs, his grin full of play. “Might have to kick you out man.”

They find themselves wrestling until Geto is kissing Gojo’s forehead once more, his arms pinned and a stupid lovesick grin on his face.

“Listen, okay? I told you, I was about to call you too tonight. I missed you.”

Gojo laughs softly, leaning up to press a kiss to Geto’s cheek before speaking into his ear, “God, you’re embarrassing, aren’t ya?”

Geto glares at him before giving in. He pulls Gojo against his chest, grinning when he doesn’t resist. He curls around him like a cat, and Geto wraps them into a cocoon of blankets.

Gojo falls asleep, fast. White lashes fluttering ever so often, lulled by the warmth and safety of Geto’s embrace. “Please don’t leave me,” he mutters, twitching in some kind of bad dream.

Geto leans and kisses his nose, reaching for his phone to send a text home.

Won’t be home for a few days. Only call if it’s an emergency.

“I wish I didnt ever have to, my love.” he nuzzles himself into Gojo’s neck and kisses, sucking until he whines in his sleep. He grins against the mark that flushes in its wake and he squeezes him that little bit tighter until Gojo can't help but whimper softly, even in his deep sleep.

And then finally, he mutters the words. “Suguruu? Finally,” his mouth forms a little smile, “welcome home…I love you.”

“I love you too.”

©mrsackermannx: do not repost, plagiarise, translate or modify my works.

#satosugu #gojo x geto #gojo x geto one shot #gojo satoru x geto suguru #satosugu one shot #satosugu smut #inspired by the headcanon that they saw each other secretly as the years went by #i just love them so much <3 #mdni banner: @fic dumpster <3

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cmncisspnandmore · 6 months

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Troublesome feelings

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Reader

Warnings; Mentions of depression, sad, mentions of not eating.

Summary: Life when simon is away can be hard.

Beta Reader:

A/N: Hi, i wrote this during a really dark place. Its probably not that good but I needed it so I wrote it. In case someone else needs it too. Its unedited, and not beta read, so if there are mistakes im sorry. Honestly im just proud of myself for posting this.

The darkness that settled over the apartment was similar to the darkness that currently occupied every corner of your mind. The kind of darkness that made it hard to breathe, or move. The kind of darkness that caused tears to prick in your eyes but never fall. Because even crying at this point was too much effort. Everything was too much and not enough at the same time.

So you laid on the plush gray couch in the living room, the room void of all light except the small glow from the clock on the entertainment center. The only sounds were the neighbors, going about their days. Completely unaware of you being locked in your own personal hell.

The clock blinks; 3:32pm, it had been hours since you moved. Almost an entire day since you had anything to eat or drink. The hunger had subsided a while ago, now nausea swirled in your gut. Making even the thought of food repulsive, not that you had any intention of getting up at all. You would gladly rot on this couch for the rest of your life if you could.

You stare blankly at the light gray wall, the paint slightly chipped from the furniture banging up against it when you and Simon moved in.

You and Simon had been dating for almost a year when he asked you to move in with him, explaining that he never really used his apartment anyways. Between being away on a mission and training he was basically paying for a place to hold his furniture. You broke your lease on your flat and moved into Simons a month later. His apartment was pretty bare when you first moved in, only the essentials, a few dishes, a bed, a small uncomfortable couch and a kitchen table that looked like it had seen better days.

Simon had groaned when you made him go furniture shopping the first time, but he never argued with the choices you made. He would give you a nod of approval over the big items like the couch, and new kitchen table. But he allowed you to pick out all the other decor, even down to the throw pillows for the bed he didn't understand. The night the couch was delivered the delivery people didn't bring it into the apartment, they left it on the side of the road for you to figure out. So when you called Simon who was on his way home from the gym and told him about what happened he laughed. Then the two of you struggled to get the large item up the flight of stairs and into the new living room. It had gone fairly well until at some point the couch leg scraped against the wall leaving a white scratch on the light gray wall.

Now the scratch was nothing more than a reminder that 90% of the time you were alone here. Simon has been on missions more and more recently, leaving you alone in the apartment. Leaving you with your thoughts.

The same thoughts that often told you that the world was better off without you.

That Simon was better off without you.

It was those thoughts that led you here.

Laying on the couch, staring off into space.

You pull the throw blanket up over your head, blocking out the light of the clock. Cloaking you in complete darkness, the air under the blanket quickly becomes heavy and hot. Your lungs struggle to take in full breaths of the stifling air but you don't move. Letting the burn overtake everything else you were feeling.

This is how Simon found you when he came in a little after 5am. He was exhausted, his gear felt 100 pounds heavier than normal. After almost 3 months in the field, with little to no sleep every night, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed with you. He wanted to pull you close to his chest, feel your soft skin against his. He drops his bag at the door and pulls off his tactical vest and drops it onto the empty kitchen counter.

He pulls his handgun out of the holster and emptied the chamber and removes the magazine before he opens the hallway closet. He unlocks the safe in the bottom of the closet and places it inside. Once it's safely away in the safe, he unties his boots, and pulls off his skull balaclava before tossing it onto the counter.

“Love?” He calls softly as he steps into the living room and sees you laying on the couch under the blankets. He comes to sit at what he hopes is your feet and gently tugs the blanket from your head. His hands drag across the soft material, as he slowly reveals your face. You looked as exhausted as he felt.

“Lovie? Are you okay?” Simon's voice is soft as he reaches out and brushes some of your hair away from your face.

“How long are you home for?” You mumble, your voice is hoarse from the lack of use over the last few days.

“A while.. Why?” Simon asks, his hands coming to rest on your hip, his fingers squeezing lightly.

“Are you sure? Or are you going to randomly be called away in the middle of the night without explanation, or contact for 3 months?” you whisper and Simon sighs softly.

“Baby, you know I have to go when they call. It’s part of my job, I'm sorry I wasn't able to contact you.. It was a need to know mission.. If i could have called you i would’ve… trust me hearing your voice would have been like a dream come true over hearing MacTavish’s loud mouth.” Simon leans back against the couch, his arm draped over the top as he watches you carefully.

You let out a shaky breath, “I'm drowning here Simon…”

“What do you mean love?” He asks, his brow laced with concern.

“I feel like I'm underwater, and no matter how hard I swim I can't get to the surface. Every time I get close it feels like something is waiting to just drag me right back down to the bottom. I’ve been laying here for days, barely moving because it feels like too much. Breathing is too much…” Your eyes fill with tears as you look at him, even in the terrible lighting he was still breathtakingly beautiful.

You told him once he looked like an angel, and Simon had laughed, really laughed. He told you that angels didn't have scars like his. But you argued with him about it, saying that there was no way that they didn't have some sort of scars. Especially when they spent eternity protecting humans. Simon had sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to win that argument any time soon.

“Why haven't you told me sooner?” Simon asks, as he fully pulls the blanket off you, and reaches under you and pulls you into his lap. He settles you on his lap, his arms wrapped around your middle, your head tucked under his chin.

“Because I didn't want you to worry while you were in the field,”

“Of course I'm going to worry about you, I always worry about you. I just wish you told me you were feeling like this beforehand. I mean, Baby, it would kill me if something happened when I wasn't here…” SImons hands rub small circles on your waist.

“I need help Si..” you whisper, your throat tight with emotion.

“Then we’ll get you some help, Love. Okay? We’ll get you some help.”

“Simon?” Your voice cracks.

“Yes Lovie?”

“I love you..”

“I love you too, how about we go take a hot shower, and then make something to eat, and then we can take a long nap. And when we wake up we can call around and find you a doctor or someone to talk to, okay?” Simon pulls you impossibly closer.

“Okay..” you whisper and with that Simon puts his hands under your thighs and lifts you, walking you both towards the bathroom. He sets you down on the bathroom counter before he turns towards the shower. You watch as he adjusts the water to the right temperature then comes over, pulling his black shirt off in one smooth movement. His chest and abs are a rippling wall of muscle. If you were feeling better you would have jumped him right then and there. But even now, with Simon standing in front of you wearing his black jeans slung low on his hips. The only thoughts that flooded your brain was that this was the first shower you’d be taking in almost a week.

“Arms up, Baby,” Simon whispers, tugging at the bottom of the shirt you were wearing. You reluctantly put your arms up and Simon pulls your shirt off and unclasps your bra. Before he grabs your hips and pulls you off the counter, before he slides your shorts down. Once you are completely naked he guides you into the shower with a hand on your lower back. You step into the hot water and let it wash over you.

After a few moments Simon's large frame steps into the shower behind you, out of the corner of your eye you see him reach for the various soaps you have on the shelf. He grabs your shampoo and starts to massage it into your hair. He spends time rinsing your hair and then lathers a washcloth and spends more time than you do, making sure you’re thoroughly scrubbed. You stand under the hot stream as Simon makes quick work of washing himself before he turns off the water and grabs two towels.

He wraps one around you and then wraps the second around his waist. Once you both are out of the shower he dries off quickly changing into a pair of black sweatpants and one his signature black hoodies. You start to dry yourself off, and change into a pair of your own sweatpants, and one of Simons’ black hoodies.

Simon’s large hand rests on your lower back as he guides you into the kitchen towards the table where he pulls out a chair for you. As you take a seat you watch Simon walk over to the fridge and the cabinets, opening them before he turns to you.

“What do you want to eat?” He asks quietly, his hands resting on the back of the chair opposite of you.

“Something small… Toast? And maybe some blueberry tea?” You ask.

Simon gives you a small nod before going about fixing you something to eat, your attention turns to the window in the kitchen. The sun is starting to rise, the sky painted an orangey pink, the wispy clouds making it look like someone painted the scene. Why couldn't you just feel better? You felt guilty having Simon take care of you like this. You should be able to shower yourself, and make your own food. But the thought of even trying to do those things makes you want to curl back up on the couch. Hide away under the blankets again and never come out.

Simon startles you when he places the plate of toast and cup of blueberry tea down in front of you. You had been lost in your thoughts and hadn’t heard him come over to the table. He sits across from you, his own breakfast in front of him, his plate piled with toast, and fruit. A large mug of black tea next to him.

“Thank you,” you whisper, as you take a few bites of the toast.

“Of course, love.”

You both sit in silence as you eat, it takes you longer to eat than Simon, his plate sits empty on the table as he sips his drink. His large hands covered most of the mug, obscuring the skull face pattern on it. You glance down at your half eaten toast and partially empty tea before pushing the dishes away, your stomach turning from finally eating after a few days.

“You done?” Simon asks, reaching for the dishes and stacking them on top of each other.

“Yeah.. Sorry.. I just.. I can't eat anymore,” you whisper, looking down at your folded hands in your lap.

“It's okay, I'm proud of you for eating what you could,” he smiles as he clears the dishes.

Simon walks over to you after putting the dishes in the sink and takes your hand, his brown eyes soft as he smiles at you. “Let's go take a nap, yeah?”

You give him a small nod as he pulls you to your feet and walks with you into the bedroom. He climbs into the bed under the covers and pulls them back for you, patting the bed next to him. You carefully climb in and he pulls you against him. His chest to your back, his head resting in the space behind your shoulder as he anchors his arm around your waist. You close your eyes, matching your breathing to his, and soon you both start to drift off. For the first time in what seems like forever, the world doesn't seem quite as dark.

#simon x reader #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #ghost #ghost cod #ghost x you #ghost x reader #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #sad #comfort #depression

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momotorin · 5 months

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heard u were down for fluff asks i’m craaavvving mina content like maybe a silly snowball fight and she’s so quiet and reserved but so determined to best your ass after u throw one at her

crystal flowers

fluff | childhood friend!mina x fem!reader | as always, MEN DNI!!!!!

i'm very festive about winter (i haven't even touched snow ffs)

it's christmas break. finally, you could unclench every single muscle in your academically tired and worn body; laying flat on your best friend's penguin printed sheets.

"hey," she nudges at you, hands still steady on her controller, playing the last few chapters of zelda. (which she probably finished over the course of the semester, but she's doing it because she wants to know the other plotlines.) "move, what the hell, dude!"

"are you seriously dude-ing me right now?" you raised an eyebrow, and you scoffed, finally moving your body away from the surface of the bed to sit down. "i can't believe you."

not a single response from her. just a bunch of clicking, more clicking, and a sigh.

you pout beside her, like the little mini pincher on her lap, your adoptive child, ray-chan.

mina glares at you, one that was full of happiness as she breaks into a laugh. "what?"

"nothing," you nudged at her. "done with your game?"

"you bet," she sighs, pressing the start button to exit the game completely. "it's extra chilly today, don't you think?"

"yeah," you let out a little 'brr..' as you rubbed on your hoodie clad arms. "hot choco could be really good right now..."

mina laughs, "tell that to my mom," she says, laying on the bed, facing you. ray follows shortly after, snuggling between the space of the two of you. mina happily pets him, "i think he's bored, y/n."

"probably," you let out a little snort as you pet him as well. "he probably got bored seeing you do your little game instead of paying attention to him," you cupped ray's cheeks. "didn't you?"

"i think you're the bored one here," mina laughs. "anyways, there's a snow advisory. we can't bring him out either, you know, since he's quite..."

"yeah, i know," you sighed, petting the golden fur of ray. "but can we?"

mina smiles, lips tight and eyes closed as she stretches her legs. "park?"

"definitely," you smiled, sitting up now. "i'll buy the hot choco."

"fair enough," mina breathed as she stood up. "i'll get taiyaki then."

hours later, after a thousand nudges at mina and her controller, you squeal in joy, finally standing up and kissing ray goodbye for a while.

mina let the snowfall pass, so that you're left with leaps of snow in the park.

you sighed, the white fog coming out of your mouth.

mina looks at you, quite concerned, "what are you sighing about, pretty?"

"pretty?" you repeat, in disbelief that mina said it as a compliment. "you're trying to get me to buy the taiyaki too, don't you?"

mina blushes under her knitted scarf, "n-no," she stutters, watching the steps of her boots leave traces on the snow covered pavement. "it's just that, you're actually extra pretty today."

"quite the sweet talker, aren't you, minari?" you jokingly wrap an arm around her shoulders, almost bringing her down to your height.

you two arrived at the park shortly after. the stalls, the playground, and some kids making snow angels on the pavement; it was all too familiar with you two.

"let's go," you held mina's hand, going to the hot choco stand. "can i get two large ones please?" you asked, handing over a bill, still not letting go of mina's hand.

you two went to your favourite seat, covered in white, probably wet snow.

mina laughs as she wipes away the snow, trying to salvage her convenience of seating. "oh well," she sighs, not finding any luck. "can't believe we're standing up."

"you've been sitting for like 12+ hours in front of your nintendo switch rig, dude, even nature doesn't want you to sit anymore," you joked, blowing on your hot chocolate, cooling it down a little before it meets your tongue. "anyways, mina, mama invited you and your parents to come over at christmas eve. she's been planning a little exchange gift thing with your mom, i think."

"oh!" mina suddenly exclaimed. "mama told me about that too," she remembered. "she asked me to help her finish knitting some scarves. i think it's for your mom."

"that's so cute." you commented.

"what, you want one too?"

"of cou-" you cut yourself off mid sentence. "yeah! of course! are you going to make it for me, minari?"

mina shrugged her shoulders, "not a big deal, actually," she smiles. she's so fucking cute holding the cup on her hands with her penguin mittens on, you say at the back of your mind, the awe reflecting on your face, and mina laughs at it, "in one condition."

"what is it?"

"buy me the mclaren f1 tecnic lego set."

"mina!" you exclaimed, kicking a small dollop of snow to her. "i am generous, but i'm not a jesus type of generous. try something a little... in my budget. i could buy you one, yes, but like wow i could never with that set."

"what do you mean you could never?! your allowance is literally like... 10,000 yen more than mine. you can do it." she fakes her encouragement, trying to get you on your good side to buy the set.

"look, you have your dad. you have your mom. heck, you even have kai-san," you sighed, trying to block her request. (you actually got the set already, but you want to give it on christmas so no spoilers!) "i don't want to be like... your sugar mommy or something."

mina laughs, "i mean, you look like one all the time, why den-"

"shut up." you nudge at her as you finish your cup of hot chocolate. you two went to the nearby trash bin to dispose of both of your cups, and went back to the playground.

"well, it's good that no one's on the swing." she mentioned.

"i don't think the kids would appreciate having wet asses," you laughed, looking at your shoes. you remember, the snow was quite thick, and you pulled mina to the little valley of snow that formed on one of the slides. you form a ball, a small one, round, and threw it at her. "merry ch-"

"no." mina threw a much bigger, more scattered snowball at you, hitting your face almost.

"i'm still not getting you the set," you threw one back, and you saw mina making a bigger one. "oh-"

you run away, trying to find another dollop of snow in the park to form into a ball and throw at mina.

she hits you, directly at the back, making you slow down a bit, "you're getting me that!"

you threw one back, one of the same size, but you didn't expect that mina had a bigger one she was holding onto as she had her hand placed on her back.

you two ran around the park for a good 10 minutes, having pointless fights with snowballs. (mina argues that it could be snow triangles, snow rhombuses, or simply just snow because she just wanted to throw some at you.)

you finally settle down in the middle of the park, feeling the snow around you, not the pavement, and mina was above, attempting to throw another snowball on your face.

"stop, please," you smiled at her. "let's just... lay down, okay?"

mina gives up the moment she sees you smile. she puts the pile of snow just beside your ear, and she lays down beside you.

you reach out for her hand, like you always do, and you feel a drop of snow lay crystals on your cheek.

and it begins, the parade of a thousand pearls as you close your eyes, just feeling the snow go and whip all over your body.

mina admired you as the snow fell. at how your nose crinkles the moment snow hits the tip of your nose, how red your ears got, how your grip got tighter, and how you closed your eyes to feel.

fuck it, she says to herself, as she pulls you to her, removing her penguin mittens to fully cup your cheek, and kissing you.

you jolt your eyes open, melting into mina's touch, as the snow falls on you two.

mina pulls away, breath staggering in both anticipation and anxiety.

you smiled at her, putting your hand on the side of her waist, pulling it closer. "do you really mean it, minari?"

"i d-"

you pulled her into a kiss, once more leaving her breathless as you shared it under the snow. mina laughs, breaking the kiss, laying her forehead against yours.

the snow falls, and it fills mina's senses— the coldness, the warmth, the redness, and the sight of you looking at her with the love she's been looking for in everything.

#twice fluff #twice mina #twice mina fluff #twice imagines #mina imagines #mina fluff

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 8 months

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Always an Angel, Never the God Pt 5

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Runaway!Reader

Words: 4637

In the real world, you get one chance and that’s it. Maybe, the real world is wrong. Or maybe Hiccup should stop being so annoying.

Tags: Runaway Reader, Angst, bitter reader, suggestive, requited love, healing, conflicting emotions, httyd3

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It was over.

As he flew away on Toothless, becoming nothing but a pinprick in your periphery before finally disappearing up the cavern entrance, you fell back down onto your knees.

You weren’t sure what to do anymore. The most important decision of your life was made with his ghost nipping at your heels. Truly, he haunted you. Whether he was with you or not, he always haunted you.

But the dragons here, untouched by the outside world, were kind. And curious. Once the threat was gone and the commotion was over, many came over to examine the newcomers, sniffing and prodding at you and your things.

They were welcoming enough. So you set up shop.

Hiccup laid flat against his bed, staring at the ceiling of his childhood home. He felt torn in every single direction all at once.

He’d left when his people needed him. When his father had needed him. Drago had attacked while he’d been gone, and all that was left of the sanctuary now was rubble. Then he’d gone after Berk. Hiccup had only just gotten there in time.

His father was fine, his mother… alive. After twenty years. Everyone was accounted for, but what if they hadn’t been? If he’d been there, maybe there would have been less damage, less people hurt.

But he wouldn’t have found you if he’d stayed. Finally, after all this time. He'd realized how long it truly had been since you left, lost to him even before you’d actually run off on your… the, nadder.

The floorboards creaked as someone made their way up the stairs to the loft, the front door swinging shut behind him. Hiccup didn’t move, just glancing to the side to see who it was that came to get him this time.

“Astrid,” He sighed. The two of them were distant and had been for a long while, despite the fact that they were supposed to be in a relationship. He’d been off a lot for that whole long while, which she hadn’t much minded as she’d found herself more interested in other things. And… he’d found his heart had a new owner.

“It’s been a month, Hiccup,” She rolled her head back, exhausted, as if reciting a tired script that she’d been reading off for ages, one that no one wanted to listen to anymore, “Everyone is fine. You don’t have to hole up so often. I don’t know why you did it, but no one is mad you left, you know. You couldn’t have known.”

“Yeah…” Hiccup sighed, “Yeah, I know.”

“You need to get out,” She looked around his room, which was very much a mess of parts and papers, and ran her hand down a large map, laid flat over the only remotely clear space he had, his desk, “if you don’t next thing you know, a month’ll be four.”

“Why are you so obsessed with this place? … Does it have anything to do with the time you spent missing?” Astrid questioned. Hiccup propped himself up, turning over alarmed as he heard the sound of skin on paper. It had been freshly inked.

“No,” He’d guessed at where the two of you had ended up. He was sure that he’d be able to find it again, given the chance. He would. After he worked up the courage.

After all, you’d… You didn’t want to be found.

“Hey, wait, that’s-” He scrambled onto his one leg, kicking aside his prosthetic and jamming his toe in the process.

“Ah, ow, ow, don’t touch that, please,” Astrid rolled her eyes and tossed the cylinder to his bed and he picked it up, examining it thoroughly as she sauntered off.

You weren’t sure why, but he kept coming back

“Hi,” He said awkwardly, shifting from foot to peg nervously. This was the first time he’d caught you. The first time he’d spotted you was the last but you’d made off that time before he could see you.

“Why are you here?” You stared at him, blank faced. Why didn’t you leave, curse it.

Your dragon waved its tail playful from the side, waiting for Hiccup to go. The other ones wouldn’t come out while he was here. It felt good in a vindictive sort of way, because dragons had always been this thing, except this time you were the one with the secret dragon knowledge. And the upper hand. Sort of. They didn’t hide from you.

“I like… “ He flushed, “I like hearing you talk?”

“Sure,” You suggested, turning and starting off again, basket under arm and over rock as you began unsteadily making your way back up to home cave. You liked it there because you didn’t have to leave much for anything.

“Wait, wait, wait wait,” Hiccup stuttered. As you had your arms over a particularly steep ledge, your legs waved nonsensically and scrambled against the side as you searched for a foot grip, “Just, uh, let me-”

“Come back tomorrow,” You grunted after you managed to finally get one leg up the side. You’d probably figure out what to say by then.

You felt better here, like maybe you weren’t meant for people. Not for dragons either, not really. The dragons here didn’t need defending or anything, it’s not like there was anyone down here to defend against besides other dragons. The most you’d had to go out for was food, and even that was made or stolen easily enough.

Being here gave you enough time to make you think that maybe you were meant just for yourself.

You sat by the spray by the falls, enjoying the mist as it sprayed onto your face and the echoing sounds of the water hitting gray stone.

“Toothless, come on- Just please, I know you don’t want- but-” Your eyes shot open, the distant voice of Hiccup bounced around the empty cavern, your moment ruined.

You looked around for the pair, trying to figure out which direction you should be running before. Suddenly, it felt like you’d been drenched by a whole lot more than a mist as Toothless landed messily behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You were careful to keep your balance as you shuffled further inland, looking a lot like a drenched cat as you came face-to-face with an also sopping wet Hiccup

You would never be rid of him.

“You said to come back tomorrow?” He asked, twisting his fingers and very purposefully refusing to look you in the eye.

Of course, you hadn’t figured out what to say.

You blew a raspberry as you adjusted the stolen, waterlogged basket which you had, again, under your arm. You needed more than two pairs of clothes.

“...Come back later,” You grumbled, “Later than tomorrow.”

You’d been free for a week. You’d been hoping for maybe two, to be frank.

“Please, I just-” Hiccup huffed, traveling by foot while you rode your dragon. Toothless followed behind, grumbling and gurgling at Hiccup judgmentally. Clearly whatever good will you’d built up with him before you ran left had been more than lost.

“I’m not interested in whatever you’re selling,” You stare straight ahead, over the encroaching cliff, ducking round and under ledges as your dragon trotted onwards.

“I want to get to know you, again.”

Eventually, the cave dragons had warmed up to Hiccup and he was able to work his magic on them. Now they watched through stalagmites and stalactites with impassive eyes as he made chase.

“Uh huh,” You scoffed as you reached the edge of the ledge. You turned around and stuck out your tongue as your dragon took a violent leap into the open air. As the wind whistled around you, you pinwheeled your arms in an effort to try and keep balance.

“Come on, Toothless, bud,” Hiccup complained from way behind. You saw Toothless very decidedly sit down, refusing to move even as Hiccup tried to push him towards the cliff with his whole upper body, “Let’s go.”

“So,” Hiccup started, “You haven’t gone any deeper.”

The both of you stared out into the vast, glowing sea of towers and gigantic glowing mushrooms extending out of their jagged rock faces. In the distance you could spot gigantic crystals, protruding from the ground the same way the sanctuary did.

Seas of dragons crowed and chirped, bright patterns shifting and growing under hard muscle. It was very dizzying, if you were going to be honest.

“No,” You replied, “No, I haven’t. Not this far, but now I… I might.”

You hadn’t traveled too far into the cavern, deciding not to push your luck with the locals. You always figured there was some sort of nest farther in. Turns out there was, and a whole lot more locals than you expected, and a lot more to this small world besides the cold, empty cavern. At least you didn’t have to worry about flooding anymore. Or sea salt in your hair.

You swore to yourself that you were going to move further in, caught off guard and most definitely embarrassed at the fact that so much open space had been hiding right under your nose.

Free for three days.

“There has to be more. There’s no way- It doesn’t make sense how all these different kinds of dragons can live in the same environment. There’s- there’s so much here that-Gods, I have to map it,” Hiccup rambled, smiling gawkily.

He’d been here for a week.

You felt a pressure to supervise him as he ran rampant in your new home, unsure of when he’d become such a cartographer. Your dragons had gone missing a while ago, leaving you two to be babysat by the hands of the general public.

You watched as he painstakingly mapped each pillar, occasionally chiming in with your own advice, looking the same way he did the day he discovered honey when you were kids. It was almost pleasant.

The two of you had fallen off the edge of a pillar after being knocked down during a spat between two touchy Crimson Goregutters, which no Hiccup magic or dragon secret could stop. After an event with a vine, dangling over certain death and panic, you two had managed to swing your way onto a large glowing mushroom.

The downside to that was that now, you were stuck, owed to the fact that apparently, what made some of these mushrooms glow was very viscous and… sticky.

Hiccup’s arms were glued to the space on both sides of your head, and your hands were gripping his arms which were visibly shivering, because you two had been stuck like this for a while. You’d been tugged, prodded at and licked by various different dragons. Nothing helped and you were starting to think that maybe this was how you were going to die.

Well, you knew you weren't going to go to Valhalla. It was kind of really hard to die in battle if you spent most of your time avoiding people. But this just sucked.

“What's up with your pathological need to map everything?” You asked belligerently. To be honest, it didn’t really bother you. Hiccup’s rambling had never bothered you, because you were prone to rambling in the same exact way. Currently though you were hard pressed to find anyone else to hear it.

“I thought your thing was the forge? You spent half of my childhood there.”

“Well, yeah, I…” He rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut as his neck finally gave out, you weren’t too pleased as you felt his sweat drip onto your face, squirming rebelliously.

“Wasn’t sure if you’d want to hear it. I-I could talk about that instead?” No talking at all would be great.

“Yeah,” You gave in, closing your eyes and going limp against the slimy fungi, “That would be better.”

Lips pursed, then grimaced as he’d opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out, though. He just stared above your head, unmoving. You tried to see what he was looking at, but only got an eyeful of his scruff.

Next thing you know, you’re being smothered by a plushy pink tongue, then just licked and nosed a little bit. The spit of this dragon doing something odd to dissolve the slime trapping the two of you, fizzing as it touched shiny goo. When you finally had the facilities to move, you flipped your head back and your eyes widened slightly.

It looked like the two of you had just found Toothless a girlfriend.

Three months, two days and five visits- no, seven. Nine? Eleven? Seventeen?

“I don’t actually have a problem… with the mapping. Talking about it.”

You two were nestled between a rock and another rock, though this time whether it was a result of purpose or chance remained uncertain. You couldn’t remember. You were after something… There was barely any space between the two of you. You had been talking.

There was barely any green to Hiccup’s eyes, most of his iris consumed by large pupils as he mouthed around works that looked suspiciously like, “Can I…?”

Instead, he leaned forwards and your foreheads touched, the same way they did when you were trapped before. His eyes were clenched shut as he uttered, “I love you.”

You had a hard time believing that.

You turned your head to the side.

“I wonder how Astrid feels about her boyfriend flying off and doing who knows what.”

Some of the wild dragons lay in front of you, licking at the dying fire by your feet. A terror lay in the middle of it. You’d lined it with stones which were now giving off a pleasant warmth.

“I doubt she’d mind. We’re not really… together anymore. I don’t think so. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t want to be.”

“Right,” You raised an eyebrow at him skeptically.

“Not since a little while after you left, actually.”

You found that hard to believe too, as you shook the burnt slice of fish off your knife onto your burnt slice of bread. You weren’t much better than Valka at cooking, but you were getting better. It was something about that sanctuary, or maybe something about that woman that just made you worse at cooking.

Hiccup wrinkled his nose over on the other side of your log as he shook his head at you.

It was a petty, but bitter sort of revenge.

Your first kiss had been lost to a fair bloke- his words, not yours- in the middle-of-nowhere inn. It had been a long time since you’d been out, but you were sure you’d easily be able to find somewhere similar to lose some other things. Hiccup had your heart but you’d never give him the opportunity to take any of your firsts.

Two months.

You were angry at him for playing with your heart again.

“There was a crisis-Berk…” His voice cracked.

You looked disinterestedly out over uncanny black waters. “Yeah, It’s fine.”

Seven days, seven visits. He might have been camping aboveground.

The two of you were between two large red fungi, settled on a mossy rock overlooking a new, larger, unmapped maze of rock pillars and black water rushing below. Dragons, glowing and colorful, mingled together off in the distance. Toothless was probably one, gone off to frolic with his new lady love.

“You never wanted me. As a friend, as a- …battle buddy, or as anything else. You would never have chosen me for anything. And I just… I didn’t want to be just what you settled for,” You mumbled into your knees, “You spent so long searching for better, and then you found it, and it just really hurt to realize that I wasn’t a part of that.”

You spilt your heart out as you faced the cliffside. Hiccup was facing you. You didn’t care what he heard. None of this was real anyways.

“I’m sorry,” Hiccup repeated, clenching his eyes shut as he buried his nose into your shoulder, barely there though he had to crane his head forwards, due to the uncomfortable angle.

What he had with Astrid these past few years, that was real. That was history. This thing between the two of you was just a mess of pain and turmoil and a little bit of childhood fantasy. An old infatuation rearing its head as you got everything nasty out of your system.

“It hurt to think that-That… the one person- Like everyone else did, you didn’t think I was good enough either.”

“I’m sorry.” You felt his arms come around your sides awkwardly before he squeezed.

“Me too. I…”

He’d remember that he didn’t want-need- you again soon enough.

“I haven’t told anyone. About you, or this place.”

“You haven’t?” You’d actually expected otherwise. It was nice to know you weren’t at risk of getting dropped in on.

Two months, thirty two visits.

You might be coming around to him.

“You’ve already-?” He asked, a little startled. You still felt a little silly about it but after you’d done it, you figured it wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t like you’d planned to marry or anything anyways, so his reaction was kind of funny.

“Yeah, I was pretty mad. So I went out, and… you know. It was a while ago, though.”

He looked a little disheartened at the idea, but he just scoffed, waving his hand off in your direction.

“What? You and Astrid kissed, yeah, but you haven’t done- anything? Not even before you ‘totally broke up,’” You didn’t have to specify what they hadn’t done, the innuendo was already pretty obvious.

“Nah.” Hiccup said, hair wiped out of his face, matched squares of parchment. Map pieces were strewn out in front of him as he made himself busy trying to create a complete chart of the underground, matching up the landscape he saw with the islands above it.

Unfortunately, the caverns seemed to stretch on forever and the islands only covered so much.

Three months, one day, thirty two hours.

You straddled him, crinkling some of the many, many blueprints scattered across the moss surface. You wiggled one out from under him, looking down as he looked up. It felt good, being the one in charge for once.

You leaned down, pressing your noses together. Just before, you’d been going over his things. His blueprints. Swapping ideas. Sharing minds. Like you used to, every single day. Like you’d been doing, almost every single day.

“Do you love me?” You asked.

Every day you’d been together. Your knees touched, shoulders pressed close together.

You had to know. And if he did… He had to mean it.

You played games, shared stories. You’d grappled and curled, not the way vikings could, but the way two hiccups did, a long, long time ago.

If he didn’t, well… You had all the time in the world to leave, to start again. But you didn’t think you could. You could go weeks without seeing him, and then sometimes it would be every other day.

This was it.

“I do love you,” He choked out, wheezing as you adjusted, your weight pressing against his chest. He glanced back at you, crumbling a little bit.

He spent a lot of time here, now. A lot more than before. With the time spent traveling in between, as he said it, it was a wonder he got anything done there at all. Most of his time was spent above mapping the islands or down here with you.

You read what his body language told you; he was insecure.

“... Do you love me?”

“I do.” Hesitantly, you nodded, “I do.” Was that even a question?

You trusted him. You didn’t trust him. You had no way to know if he stabbed you in the back again. Went back to Astrid. You didn’t really have a way to know if that’s what he did, every time he left.

You loved him, didn’t you?

He didn’t know that? Maybe not always and not all at once, since you left. You hadn’t done a very good job of making him know it. You hadn’t a lot of reason to.

Did you love him now?

You marveled at how easy it was to be around him, with him. It wasn’t the same as it was before, but it was still good. It could almost be better. You, against everything, wanted it. You wanted it so bad.

“I’d leave it all behind, for you,” Hiccup said.

You would make him know it.

“You would?” You asked, “Would you?”

You laid your heart bare to him, stitched and spiked. And you, as he said it, implied it, maybe you held his.

“Do you want me to?” He asked. He tugged lightly on one of the draws to your tunic, faking interest in it as he worried the inside of his cheek. You didn’t want his home, or his family.

“I don’t want anything,” You scoffed dismissively. You wanted his honesty. You wanted to know that he was yours. Yours truly. That was it.

Prove it. You urged him on, Prove it to me.

He smiled that goofy, awkward smile, half teeth and all closed at the edges. You could tell he was trying hard not to falter. You hadn’t seen that smile in such a long time.

Know me, You asked.

“So… Do you? Do you love me?” He asked again, offering his hand up to your face. His fingers were scabbed, and dirty and you leaned into his palm, pushing it down as he tangled his fingers clumsily into the roots of your hair. You pressed your lips together, again, again and over again until neither of you could breathe.

Have me, You pleaded.

“I do,” You gasped into his mouth, “I really, really do.” You offered no resistance. Not this time.

Love me.

There was no coming back.

(Deep in your mind, you wondered if maybe, possibly, he already did.)

Twelve months. Twelve months since he’d found you.

Hiccup stood at the edge of Berk, armor packed away in favor of a lighter tunic. He often wondered what it would have been like, if he’d really run away with you like he’d intended.

If things would have ended up the same.

Would he have seen you in time? In time for what he had now? For this?

No. no, probably not.

…

His father would notice. His mother might.

His father was fine. And now he had his mother. They were old, but they were tough. They could have a new kid. Or maybe they’d convince Snotlout or Astrid to take the mantle.

They’d-everyone-would be fine without him.Who was he kidding? He’d spent so long working so hard and they didn’t need him at all. And if he was honest, He didn’t need them.

He didn’t really care. Not anymore. He let go.

Life would go on just fine without him, just as it did before him and just as it would long after his name was lost to time. His distance only proved it. He spent so long away he’d been practically excommunicated again.

After a little bit of irritation, his travels became just another one of his quirks.

‘Oh, look, there’s Hiccup. Oh, well, he’s off again.’ He was barely missed. And rightly so. It was by his own doing, really. That was fine by him. In fact, It worked in his favor.

It was borderline hysterical how, the moment they found more furies, and his new paramour, Toothless went from devil’s advocate to his most eager accomplice.

The Sand Wraiths were especially cool… It cost him a lot less fish to get there now. To you.

Sometimes he had to wonder why he’d been so attached to Berk. Working for things that ultimately, he didn’t care about. Everything that kept him here, he also had with you. When he was here, all he wanted was to go back out.

A pebble-sized ball of guilt coil in his stomach. It used to be worse. But, he’d talked to you about it. The engagement.

The engagement with Astrid. The one that was basically moot at this point, anyways. She might even slap him if he brought it up, to expect anything after he’d left her for so long. Truly, officially. all he’d had to do was end it. He left a letter nearby her family home; they would find it if they bothered to search for him.

A scummy trick, yes. Was he a coward for doing it? Maybe. But he was a smart coward. He wasn’t lying when he’d told you that no one knew.

Hiccup exhaled, bouncing up and down on his heel and peg, as if to psych himself up. To dispel all of his nervous, excited energy.

It was a clear day, no risk of a storm. He strapped his saddle pack to Toothless. It was only slightly larger than usual, so as not to arouse suspicion, of course, but it held all of his essentials. Leatherworking tools, metalworking tools, more tools, his armor, spare armor, spare foot, spare charcoal. The small plush his mother had made for him as a child. His viking helmet, for memory’s sake.

Slung over his shoulder was a smaller pack with just his compass and his coin.

As the two of you grew closer and closer, it only made his decision more and more certain.

He wasn’t meant to be Chief. He wasn’t cut out for this life at all. He didn’t want this life. He wanted you.

As far as anyone else was concerned, you’d long since disappeared and now he had the feeling it was time for him to do the same.

He took a deep breath, one that pushed his lungs to his ribs. Then like his bag, he flung himself over Toothless’ saddle before he took off from Berk for the last time, closing his eyes. He’d left his helmet off this time so he felt the beating wind rip through his hair.

The two of you were there, half hidden from view under a large red plume. It was wasm, and your perspiring skin was trapped under hollow armor, same as his.

You gasped, hot air mingling every time his breath hit your face. The two of you huffed and panted as he pushed you unto the dirt and you pushed back, feeling the moss tickle your face and the backs of your hand.

Not your back, though. Just hands.

Gripped, interlaced fingers pressed firmly down by your head, sweaty palms melded to his. He’d been the one in charge, today.

He was hunched over you, his trousers unbuckled and unlaced as he pressed downwards, forwards, gently and not.

A line of sweat ran down your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered. His breath caught.

Men shouted their battle cries into the dark, never ending sky as Berk was set in flames. A skull, still fresh with blood and exposed brain, broke with a sickening, wet crunch as Stoick ground his head into it, bringing mercy to the poor, damaged creature.

“There is no fury here,” He bellowed as he towered menacingly against the hulking wall of flames by his door. Three Deathgrippers and their tails lay cut, prone and slain around him.

“We’ll see about that,” Grimmel crooned, standing tall with his hands linked behind his back, looking down on him with two more dragons hissing and spitting by his sides.

Sharp talons dug into the wood of the rafters, Cloudjumper’s head turning steering around as he hung by her feet. Valka, masked and fully covered, crouched down from where she was, nestled at the bend of his tail. She pulled her arms back, getting her hook, sharp and serrated, ready for a wicked swing.

Yes, he would see. She’d make sure of it.

#hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #httyd imagine #toothless #httyd 3 #the hidden world

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fauxdette · 3 months

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Would you lead me straight to hell or lead me to the garden? Pt.4

An Elriel story

Summary: Azriel tries to apologise after the Winter Solstice incident…

Warning: v. mildly smutty

Azriel didn’t know what he expected to find when he went up to Elain’s room for the second time that day. With the amount of wine she’d consumed at dinner, there was a good chance she wouldn’t even be awake but he sighed in relief as her door opened a fraction. She looked—restless. A pink flush settled over her cheeks and her long hair was slightly dishevelled. She wore a thin silk camisole and matching silk shorts that left the majority of her pale legs exposed. His mouth dried at the sight of her.

“Az?” she was surprised.

His gaze slid to the bed behind her, the sheets twisted on the side she’d been lying on. His white rose lay next to them. “What’s wrong?” “Sorry,” Azriel pulled his eyes away. “I just wanted to see if you were okay,” he paused. “And I wanted to say that I’m sorry. In person. I- I don’t want you to think what I said at Solstice had anything to do with you.” She swallowed audibly, shaking her head. “I thought you liked me,” there wasn’t a trace of embarrassment there. He wondered how much honesty was due to the wine. “I do like you.” “I thought you liked me… more than how you like other people.” He swore he could hear his heart shattering in his ears. “Elain, I do like you.” “You just don’t want to kiss me.” Her chin was lifted, eyes unyielding as she continued, “Because I wanted to kiss you. And I thought you wanted to kiss me but... anyway I wanted to tell you that it was okay afterwards, that you didn’t like me back, but you left. And I couldn’t talk to you at all. Not even as a friend.” Her voice cracked on the last word. Azriel dug his nails into his palms; it was all he could do to stop himself from hurtling forward onto her mouth. “So please stop apologising and stop being so nice to me.” He hung his head, the edge of his wings brushing the cold floor. Elain had her arms wrapped tightly around herself, tears streaking her still red cheeks. Silently, he crossed the threshold, closing the door behind him. She didn’t move. He took a tentative step forward, close enough that he could reach out and run his hand along her cheek if he wanted. If she wanted. “I can’t,” he said instead. It was Elain who moved forward then, closing the gap between them. Her chest grazed his and he fought the urge to look down at where their bodies met. “Do you want to be my friend, Azriel?” From here he could see her pulse thrumming under the skin in her throat. The slight glaze in her large brown eyes. The rhythmic movement of her breath. “No.” Her eyes lowered to his mouth. “What do you want?” He didn’t move. Couldn’t. She placed her palms flat against his chest then ran them up over his shoulders, where they reformed at the base of his neck. He felt her thumbs settle into his hair, his eyelids fluttered shut at the touch. “What do you want?” she asked, her mouth so close to his own. He still didn’t dare move. Knowing the slightest shift would be his undoing. As if sensing every thought, Elain pressed her soft lips against his own and he was falling. His tongue angled to meet hers; tender and wild. She moaned into him and the sound made his hardness ache against her. In a moment her legs were around his waist, his hands tucked into the space where her silk shorts met her thighs, hoisting her up as he walked them to the bed. No, he decided. They definitely weren’t going to be friends.

#acotar #elriel #elriel fanfic #azriel x elain #elain x azriel #acotar fanfiction #elriel fanfiction

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heich0e · 10 months

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[warning: while f!reader is not described with any specific physical characteristics, the child in this fic is described as having inherited all of Megumi’s attributes and none from reader! please read with that in mind, or pass over this fic if not <3]

"Did you tell her my name?"

Megumi lives in a flat above the clinic, and has since he was 23. The old vet he'd studied under had lived there for years, right around when he was his age, but as he and his wife got older and their family grew, they needed more space than the little two bedroom provided them.

It's the perfect size for Megumi, though. Well-suited in every way to his lifestyle: large enough that he doesn't feel cramped but still small enough that he can easily keep it tidy, and close to work so he can always quickly pop downstairs to check on any animals boarding overnight—though he does still sleep sometimes on that lumpy couch in the staff room if he's just too exhausted after a long day to climb up the stairs.

The apartment has served him well over the past decade, and he's happy with his little home, a perfect space just for him.

Well, him and Yuuji at present.

"That was soooo crazy."

Yuuji has made this remark roughly forty-seven times in the past two hours since the two of them came upstairs following Nanami, Kota, and your departure from the little clinic. He's downed two thirds of the beers he brought with him, though—and a healthy pour of the whiskey Megumi keeps in his cupboard—so that might be as much a cause as any for the repetition.

Megumi sighs, taking another little swig from his own drink.

It's not like he's completely wrong, either.

Megumi is still reeling from the excitement earlier in the evening, and unsettled by feeling that he can't quite seem to shake in the aftermath. He keeps thinking of the little boy who has his eyes, and of the mother who couldn't meet them.

Why does he feel like he should know you? Like he does know you? Or did, maybe, once.

But try as he might he just can't bring back any memories of you, or where the two of you may have once met. Megumi prides himself on his memory, and his ability to remember names and faces, so why is this the moment that it's failing him? Deceiving him into believing something he knows just can't be true?

Is it because he wants to know you? To know Kota?

No. That's ridiculous. He'd felt dread when Kota had first appeared on the clinic doorstep, convinced it was some kind of haunting or a cruel hallucination.

Yuuji couldn't recall with any certainty that he'd told you Megumi's name, but Nanami could have easily mentioned it at the police station or on the drive to the clinic. Hell, you might have seen his name on the wall when you came in. But none of that explains why you behaved so strangely towards him, so evasive in his presence. He was sure that you were tired after the frightening ordeal of losing your son, but it still didn't necessarily make sense why he was the only one whose gaze you had such a hard time meeting.

"What restaurant does she work at?" Megumi suddenly asks Yuuji, and his friend peers at him over the table they're seated at on the floor of his living room.

Yuuji shrugs. "Nanami didn't say, and when I texted him he said that he's not allowed to give out personal info like that."

"But it was nearby, right?" Megumi asks again. "It would have to be if Kota made it here all on his own."

Yuuji shrugs again, watching his friend's face.

"What's up with you?" he asks him bluntly. "You're being weird."

"No I'm not," Megumi argues, his lips pursing.

"Yeah you are," Yuuji counters. "Weirder than normal, anyway."

Megumi shoots him a weak glare, pushing himself up from the table. He's a little unsteady on his feet, and he looks down at the place where he was sitting once he's risen. He had more to drink than he'd planned on, and it's hitting him now that he's upright.

"I'm gonna wash up and go to bed," Megumi mutters.

"Mind if I crash on the couch?" Yuuji asks, as though his friend has ever once denied him. Megumi waves his hand dismissively, shuffling past his friend in the direction of his bedroom.

After getting ready for bed, Megumi finds himself staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom listlessly. In the other room he can hear Yuuji laughing along to some late night variety show, but that's not what's keeping him awake—having long grown used to it. He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut as though he might be able to will sleep to come to him by force.

He can hear the sound of his heartbeat.

Ba-dump.

Yer still a young fella, Megumi, but ya won't be ferever.

Ba-dump.

Gotta start thinkin' about yer future 'ventually.

Ba-dump.

Settlin' down, findin' yourself a pretty girl, babies.

The old man's cheeks were so red that night that Megumi started to genuinely worry for his health. He remembers trying to sneak a glass of water into his hand in place of his sake, but it never quite worked.

"I don't want any babies."

The old man snorted when Megumi said that.

"No bachelor as handsome as you ever wants babies," the old man replied. "But one day yer gonna wake up next to the girl ya love and realize there's somethin' missin'. Then you'll know whatcha want."

Megumi hadn't bothered correcting him, still too busy processing the opportunity—the enormous, terrifying opportunity—that had fallen into his lap that night. Didn't bother telling him that no girl would change the way his brain is wired, or sway his fire-forged conviction.

"Can I get you two anything else to drink?"

"'nother round of sake!" The old man requested jovially. "We're celebratin'!"

"And what exactly as you gentlemen celebrating?"

Megumi looked up from his hands then, towards the server with the smile in her voice.

You.

An apron tied tight around your waist, and a youthful glow in your cheeks. You were probably a few years younger than Megumi, if he was judging right. Maybe 23 to his 28, or somewhere thereabouts.

"Fushiguro-kun here's takin' over the business!" the old man exclaimed, even though nothing of the sort had been agreed upon yet.

You looked over at Megumi, your eyes meeting for the first time, and he watched as your smile grew.

"Well," you said, a cheerful, easy warmth lilting in your voice, "congratulations."

Megumi couldn't bring himself to say anything in reply.

You laughed a little as his eyes skirted away.

"Your next drink's on me, gentlemen."

Megumi sits straight up in his bed, soaked through in a cold sweat. On the other side of the wall, the variety show is still playing, but instead of laughter he hears Yuuji's rumbling snore.

He clutches at his heart, his fingers shaking as he twists them into the sweat-dampened cotton of his t-shirt.

All he can think about when he closes his eyes is the phantom memory of your smile from that night in the early spring five years ago, and how it looks just like Kota's.

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Stray Kids Reactions / To Pegging (18+)

Summary / Pegging isn't something you do too often, but when it's done right, the experience can be intense. Stray Kids are ready take on their first ever pegging sensation, and they're certainly not disappointed!

Pairings / (Bottom) Every Member + (F) Reader

Word Count / 7.8k

Warnings / Pegging, Anal Play, Oral Sex, Light Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Humiliation, Rough Sex, Begging, Fisting, Fingering,

Bang Chan / Chan's mouth hung open the very moment you presented the strap-on to him. He couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at it, and then looked back up into your face with a mixture of shock and awe in his expression.

You smiled down sweetly at him, before gently dropping it in his hands, letting them wrap around it's base tightly, and watching as the dildo slipped between both palms. His fingers slowly ran along it's length, as they touched the soft leather material that covered every inch from tip to base. It was so lifelike, and felt amazing when pressed up against his own skin just by holding it.

The head alone had such realistic detail, almost like a real penis would have if one was attached. And even though there wasn't any actual male genitalia inside the fake shaft, Chan could still feel how thick and heavy it seemed in his hand. His heart began racing faster than ever now; it seems that feeling this toy for himself made everything seem all too real.

"I can see why girls love these," Chan mumbled softly, staring intently at the cock within his grasp. "This has a very nice size to it..."

You giggled slightly, and shook your head lightly as you watched him play with the sex toy in wonderment. "Right~? And I bought this just for you, Channie!"

He nodded firmly as he continued playing with it, squeezing and stroking it in his hands. The way his cheeks flushed bright red whenever he touched a rather embarrassing spot only fueled your curiosity more about what kind of reaction he'd make once he actually took it inside his body...

The thought sent shivers right through you, but also excited you quite a bit. Your pussy tingling in anticipation, as well as the rest of your entire body, especially since he hadn't even taken off his clothes yet either. You knew he wouldn't be wearing anything underneath those shorts, which meant that soon enough, he'd get to experience the full sensation of being penetrated.

It didn't take long until Chan finally let go of the strap-on after several more minutes, before standing up straight, and placing the dildo down on top of the bed right beside you. Without warning or hesitation, he reached over to grab hold of your hips and pulled you close towards him. Your lips met each other immediately, kissing passionately as your tongues played together eagerly.

Both of you moaning gently, enjoying the taste of one another's breath and saliva as they mingled together in a hot, steamy kiss.

As your hands begin to explore his muscular chest and stomach, Chan placed his hands upon yours, guiding them upwards until they rested on his shoulders. Slowly pulling you closer towards him, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly, as he carried you backwards until you laid flat against the mattress. With your back resting comfortably on the plush pillows, you gazed up into his lustful gaze, seeing nothing but desire in his beautiful hazel eyes.

Both of your bodies intertwined perfectly, leaving no space between the two of you at all. Neither of you wanted to break apart from the passionate embrace for even an instant, wanting to prolong the blissfully intimate moment for as long as possible.

But eventually, Chan broke the silence between the two of you, speaking up with a husky voice. "Mm... So, are we going to do this?"

"Only if you're ready to handle it," You purred teasingly, glancing back at the strap-on lying next to you. "And trust me, it'll feel pretty werid..."

Chan's brow furrowed as he glanced at the large phallus laying on the sheets behind him, taking a deep breath. After exhaling slowly, he turned his attention back towards you, smirking cheekily as he spoke again. "Alright then~! Let's give this thing a whirl, hmm?"

You watch him quickly undress, stripping off his shirt first before tossing it aside onto the floor. Next came his pants, followed by his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection as it sprung free from his underwear. A slight gasp escaped your parted lips as you saw his dick jutting proudly from beneath his lower abdomen.

With that said, you reach forward and picked up the toy in your hands, readying the harness around yourself as best as you could manage. Once you got it situated properly, you gave Chan a quick glance before letting him straddle your thighs. He was heavy and bulky sitting atop your lap, causing you to grunt slightly under the weight of his body. But nonetheless, you try to power through and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, pressing your breasts against his hard abs as he leaned forwards slightly.

"Ready?" You asked, watching him nod confidently. "Then, here goes nothing..."

You gently slid the tip of the dildo inside Chan's tight virgin hole, eliciting a sharp gasp from him as you did. His muscles clenched tightly around the artificial shaft, trying to push it deeper inside him, but he quickly relaxed his tense sphincters as he adjusted to having something foreign thrusting inside of him for the first time. The cold lubricant coating the toy helped ease the process somewhat, allowing the fake cock to slide inside easier.

When it was completely inserted, you stopped moving for a second, giving him some much needed time to adjust to the new feeling. Chan remained silent as he stared intently down at the dildo sliding in and out of his ass, panting heavily. You couldn't blame him for hesitating, given that he'd never done this sort of thing before, but thankfully it seemed like his nervousness had subsided for the most part now.

After waiting for several moments, you began to move the dildo in small circles, testing how comfortable he felt with the act. As expected, he tensed up when the faux penis pressed against his prostate, making him groan softly as you kept doing it. It wasn't long until you were able to notice the telltale signs of arousal starting to surface beneath his sweat covered skin, indicating that he was getting aroused by the sensations.

"So, does it hurt?" You asked, leaning forwards slightly so you can whisper directly into his ear.

"No, not really..." He whispered back quietly.

That made sense. A lot of guys tended to have trouble adjusting their bodies to accommodate such large objects. Thankfully though, Chan wasn't too bad about it. If anything, you were surprised that he managed to relax himself so easily despite his initial discomfort. That said, you weren't sure whether you should keep pushing him further, or stop right there.

Deciding to continue on for now, you sped things along a bit more, pumping the dildo in and out of him faster. The pace was still slow compared to what you usually liked to do, but you figured it would be enough to satisfy his needs. At least for now.

Chan moaned lowly as the dildo plunged inside of him repeatedly, squirming underneath your firm grip as he tried to remain calm. Your movements grew rougher over time, pounding the synthetic dick roughly into his quivering asshole as you fucked him relentlessly. Sweat dripped freely from both of your bodies as you continued fucking him, building up speed little by little.

The bed creaked loudly as you pounded away at his defenseless hole, slapping against the soft sheets as you drove the strap-on in and out of his tender rear entrance. Each thrust became increasingly harder, each smack louder than the last until finally you came to a halt. Panting lightly, you slowed your motions, withdrawing the phallus from his ass entirely.

"Huh..." Chan murmured weakly once you pulled out of him. "Why'd you stop? I didn't mind... Not one bit."

You grin evilly, pointing the fake cock with it's thick base upwards towards him. "I want you to try riding me for a minute. Give it a shot~"

Chan blinked a few times, clearly taken aback by your request, but after hesitantly nodding his head, lifting himself completely upwards. He then held onto your knees for support as he positioned the toy near his own crotch, and then lining it up with his puckered hole. Without another word spoken, he lowered himself backwards, impaled upon the large phallus all on his own.

"Ah!" He cried out sharply as he bottomed out, clenching tightly around the faux member buried within his rectum. "Guh, fuck..."

You smirk, thrusting up into him again as he starts riding the toy.

With each stroke, his hips moved up and down rapidly, grinding the fake cock between his cheeks. You reached out to him, grabbing hold of his hip bones and pulling him closer to you, making sure he stayed close while he rode the fake appendage. As soon as his thighs hit your sides, you grabbed them firmly and squeezed, holding him in place as you started bouncing him up and down on top of the dildo. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room as you took turns slamming the toy deep inside of him.

With each bounce, Chan's body shuddered slightly, moaning deeply as you forced the dildo inside of him deeper and deeper, eliciting even louder cries of pleasure from him every time you shoved the fake dick inside of his ass. After only a couple minutes, he got visibly tired from the activity, slowing down considerably. You get the hint, smirking as you lifted him up a little higher, allowing the dildo to slip out of his tight hole.

"Let's stop for now," You told him, letting go of his thigh and resting him down gently on the mattress. "It looks like you're pretty exhausted now."

Chan nods slowly, breathing heavily as you lay next to him, watching him closely as you wait patiently. Eventually, he begins to breathe normally again, relaxing under your watchful gaze. You smile softly at him, kissing his cheek before laying your hand on his forehead, stroking his hair lovingly.

Lee Minho / Minho nearly choked on his drink, spitting it out onto the ground before wiping his mouth. The room was silent for a few seconds as he all processed what you'd said, and then he burst into laughter—a deep belly laugh that seemed to shake him up inside.

"I-It's not funny! I'm serious!" You snapped at him, but he just kept laughing until tears were streaming down his face.

He stopped eventually, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, and wiped them clean. Little giggles came from him every now and again, and even though you didn't want to admit it, you couldn't help but think how cute that sound was. It made your heart flutter in your chest, and you hated that you liked it so much. Pouting, you turned away from him to focus on something else, but he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you toward him.

"Sorry, sorry, I know," Minho apologized through more giggles, "But it's just that... why would you want to peg me of all people?

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Of course, he'd ask that question. You knew he would have a problem with it, no matter who asked first. But there had been an undeniable spark between you two since you got here. And while part of you wanted nothing to do with that feeling because it could lead nowhere good, another piece of you felt like you needed this connection right now. He wasn't exactly making things easier by being such a jerk sometimes, but if you ignored everything else about him, maybe you could overlook that. Maybe.

"Well?" He prompted when you still hadn't answered his question. His grip tightened around your wrist.

The thought of doing anything sexual with him gave you chills. Not in a bad way, mind you; rather, they were electrifying. Your body tingled everywhere, nervousness rushing through you at the idea of putting yourself out there in front of him. Asking Minho to just fuck you might be one thing, but getting the golden chance to shove something inside him... well, that sounded too risky. If it hurt or went wrong somehow, you weren't sure how he would react. Would he forgive you for hurting him? Probably not. That would probably kill whatever bond existed between you two, which would suck.

And yet... knowing he might actually consider doing it with you was almost enough to make your decision easy. Almost. You took a long sip of water instead, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight trembling of your hands. Then, after a moment spent staring off into space, you finally looked over at him.

His cheeks were red, his smile wide and innocent looking, and those rich brown eyes were sparkling like crazy. For some reason, it struck you as really sexy. All you wanted to do was lean forward and kiss him, feel his lips against yours, taste that sweet, spicy flavor of his breath. But you forced yourself to keep your distance, trying hard to look unaffected by the mocking laughter from earlier that escaped his mouth.

"Beacause... um..." You started slowly, "I think you'd like it."

"Oh yeah?" His eyebrows rose, and he grinned widely. "What makes you say that?"

Your throat suddenly closed up. This conversation was going downhill fast, and you weren't ready for it. So, you decided to change tactics and try a different approach.

"Well, I've been reading about the male anatomy lately," you lied smoothly. "Apparently... uhm... there's this prostate gland... and apparently it feels pretty nice to have stimulated, so... I figured we should give it a shot, see how you like it."

That drew a surprised chuckle from him, but he didn't seem upset or angry. In fact, his expression softened slightly.

"Yeah, okay," He replied casually, reaching for your glass and taking a big gulp of water. When he set the cup aside, his gaze fell on you once again. "You've got my attention now. When did you find out about it?"

You swallowed nervously. You knew he'd call bullshit on you in a heartbeat if he found out you'd never done any research on the subject before. Still, you couldn't let him win this round. There was something important behind all these words you'd chosen carefully. Something you hoped would get through to him.

"A couple months ago," You lie once more, forcing yourself to speak confidently. "O-On a random website someone sent me...."

The corner of Minho's lip twitched upward, and you felt a little relieved. At least he didn't seem to suspect anything yet, despite what you said. Looking at the ground, you for him to consider it, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

After several seconds of silence, Minho finally spoke again. "Fine."

You glanced up quickly. The teasing tone had disappeared from his voice, replaced by curiosity and concern—and perhaps a hint of hope. He was giving you the benefit of doubt, and you appreciated that.

"But, if I don't like it, you gotta stop."

You nodded silently, swallowing hard. What came next was the hardest part: bringing the toy and lube into view. You stood up and walked across the room, stopping beside the bed where the box sat under the pillow. With shaky fingers, you reached down and grabbed it, holding it up high for Minho to see.

He watched you intently, his face turning even paler than usual. A small blush colored his cheeks, and he seemed to struggle with himself for a few moments, then finally made up his mind. He stepped toward you, began to undress without saying a word, and threw his clothes onto the floor near the wall. By the time he was completely naked, you held the package open, revealing the strap-on within. It was about seven inches long and tapered at both ends, making it look much smaller than its actual size.

Minho stopped right in front of you, watching your every move with great interest. Even though you could barely contain your nerves, you tried to act normally, acting cool while you waited for him to make the first move. After another minute passed, you realized he wasn't going to do it—that is, unless you asked him outright.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and faced him. "C-Can you bend over? And spread your legs?"

He stared back at you for a second, obviously confused by the request. Then, slowly, he bent down until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, knees apart. The bright pink hole between his thighs was visible beneath his skin. As he straightened up, you moved closer, bending down and grabbing hold of the base of the fake dick. Your heart raced inside your chest, but you kept your head steady and focused, not allowing fear to cloud your thoughts.

Strapping the harness tightly around your waist, you placed one end of the dildo against the opening of Minho's ass. He tensed immediately, pushing away from you, but you pressed harder, keeping it firmly planted against his body. You leaned in close, whispering softly in his ear.

"It'll be alright. Just relax."

He looked back at you, his brow furrowed deeply, eyes filled with worry. Finally, he gave an almost imperceptible nod. You pulled off the plastic cap and squeezed some lubricant onto your finger. Moving forward, you pushed it past the ring and gently inserted it into Minho's asshole. He grunted loudly as soon as it touched the sensitive area, but he relaxed after only a moment.

Once the tip was fully embedded, you took your index finger and ran it along the shaft, coating it generously in lube. You then returned to Minho's rear entrance and slid your other hand underneath his ballsack, squeezing them lightly. His cock grew instantly, bobbing up and down with each movement. You smiled, happy to see him responding to your touch.

"See? It's not so bad, right?" You whispered in his ear, running your tongue along the shell of it.

His breathing sped up noticeably. He bit his lower lip, nodding slightly. You released his testicles and brought your hands up to the sides of his hips.

"Speak for yourself," Minho mumbled, still looking worried. But you saw the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He wanted to try it just as badly as you did. "I'm still not sure I wanna go through with this shit."

You giggled, taking that statement as a challenge. "Well, we're already here. Might as well give it a shot."

He shook his head adamantly, but you were too far gone now; there was no way you'd back down. Taking his chin in your hands, you forced his gaze toward yours. "Just think of how good it will feel when I start moving my hips..."

As you talked, you slowly insert the toy without him noticing, feeling it slide deeper into his body. When you hit bottom, he let out a sharp gasp and nearly jumped up, but you gripped his shoulders and held him still. Slowly, you began rocking your hips, thrusting the thick cock inside him. He moaned loudly, moaning incoherently as he felt more and more of the rubber phallus invade his insides.

At first, you started slow, easing the toy in and out of his ass, letting it stretch his tight hole before continuing. But once he got used to the sensation and accepted it into his body, you picked up speed. Soon enough, he was fucking back, meeting each stroke of your hips with one of his own. You grinned widely, loving the sight of him pumping away behind you as you fucked his ass.

After several minutes, you slowed down again, wanting to take things slower, enjoying the experience. You glanced at him often, seeing the lustful expression on his face and knowing exactly what he was thinking: That he wished you would fuck him like this all night long.

But you didn't want to rush anything. This time, you made sure to push the dildo in nice and deep before withdrawing completely, causing him to grunt audibly. Again, you repeated the process, building up speed gradually until you reached full force, pounding hard against his butt cheeks. He cried out louder than ever, gasping for air as he struggled to keep up with your movements.

"D-Damnit...!" He yelled, sweat dripping from his forehead. "That feels amazing! Keep going, please, don't stop—"

The words died in Minho's throat as you suddenly stopped, pulling out entirely and turning around. Before he could say another word, you flipped him over and grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He squirmed, trying to break free, but you tightened your grip.

"What are you doing?!" He shouted, struggling even harder. "L-Let me go!"

You smirked, pressing your lips against his neck and inhaling deeply. A shiver went down his spine as you nibbled playfully along his flesh. The smell of his skin and the taste of his salty sweat sent a wave of desire coursing through you. You broke contact, standing upright and holding him by his arms while staring directly into his eyes.

"Are you ready to admit defeat yet?" You asked, your voice low and seductive.

Minho gulped, looking panicked. He nodded quickly, though you weren't convinced. In fact, you knew he wasn't lying—he really did want this. But if he thought he could win against you, then he had another thing coming.

"Screw you..." He muttered, blushing furiously.

Seo Changbin /You held Changbin's thick thighs up against his body, feeling the muscles in them bunch and flex with each breath. You took a moment to look into his eyes, which were closed as he savored your touch on him. His face was flushed pink from arousal, but you could tell that it wasn't just because of what was roughly being stuffed into his ass.

He looked at peace; contentment spread across every inch of skin that showed under his robes. It made your heart swell seeing how much pleasure this simple act brought him. Your thrusts became deeper now, more deliberate than before. The sound of flesh smacking together filled the room, making both of you groan loudly when something hit Changbin's prostate. He moaned softly again while grinding down onto your cock inside of him, trying to get even closer.

"Mm..." Changbin hummed around a kiss as you kept moving your hips back and forth slowly within his tight confines. "Y-You don't have to be gentle, y'know? I can take it."

The way he said 'can' sounded like an offer instead of a request or statement, so you obliged without hesitation. With both hands still gripping his thigh for support, you pushed forward harder until he let out another low moan. You didn't stop there though, not by far. Once Changbin had adjusted to having your cock fully buried in his ass once again, you began fucking him faster. Each time you slammed home, he would grunt louder than the last.

A few times you felt him tighten up on your shaft, only adding fuel to your desire to pound him mercilessly. His soft whimpers grew steadily louder, turning into long drawn-out cries. Changbin's whole body shook beneath yours after one particularly hard stroke, causing you to slam all the way in deep enough to make his teeth clack audibly together.

As if spurred on by this new development, you picked up speed further, pounding his ass relentlessly. His legs quivered uncontrollably underneath you, twitching occasionally whenever you bottomed out inside of him. Your breathing started getting ragged too, matching Changbin's heavy panting.

Both of you were covered in sweat from the exertion, but neither seemed ready to give in yet. Not wanting to disappoint him any longer than necessary, you slowed things down slightly, using your free hand to rub his stomach. It elicited a pleased little growl from his throat, along with several pleasurable shudders running through his entire frame.

It almost broke your rhythm entirely when you saw Changbin bite down on his lower lip, leaving red marks behind. If anything, it made you go harder – determined to see those marks turn into bruises. However, you managed to keep yourself from going overboard, stopping short of breaking his skin. Instead, you leaned over him, pressing your chest against his back.

This allowed you to nip gently at his neck and shoulder, earning you a cute mewl from the other man. After several minutes spent enjoying each other's company, you finally pulled away.

Changbin gasped sharply when you moved, letting his head fall backwards as he tried to catch his breath. You couldn't blame him either; you'd been pretty rough earlier. But then again, that was exactly why Changbin enjoyed taking it. That and the fact that he knew how good it would feel to have a fake dick inside of him later tonight. He turned to look at you with a dazed expression, giving you a sweet smile despite everything he must've been feeling right about now. But, he was extremely horny, and it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

So, you decided to do just that.

"I want...to cum," Changbin murmured huskily, his voice barely audible above the sounds of panting. "Please?"

You chuckled lightly, reaching up to wipe some of the sweat off your forehead. "How could I refuse such an adorable request? Here, lean forward a bit."

As soon as he did, you grabbed hold of his wrist and guided his hand to his own erection. Changbin obeyed immediately, wrapping his fingers around himself and squeezing firmly. The sight of his pale hand wrapped around his thick cock sent tingles throughout your entire body. When Changbin began stroking himself off, you watched intently, mesmerized by the slow movements.

Seeing him so focused on his orgasm made you start thinking about what else might happen tonight. You wondered if Changbin wanted to try anal sex again sometime. After all, he'd done it willingly enough already, albeit reluctantly. Maybe he found the experience enjoyable, since he never mentioned complaining afterward. Then again, maybe he liked the idea because it helped him forget about the worries of the world. Either way, it wasn't something you planned on doing anytime soon. There were plenty of ways to please each other, even without penetration.

"I'm gonna start moving again, okay?" You told Changbin, who nodded obediently.

Then you resumed pumping Changbin's ass roughly, watching closely as he jerked himself off furiously below. He came quickly, moaning loudly as he shot rope after rope onto the sheets. And while it certainly looked hot as hell, you weren't quite satisfied yet. No, you wanted more. Something deeper, darker, and infinitely dirtier.

With a wicked smirk on your face, you reached between your thighs and undo the harness holding up your faux cock. You slid it out carefully, making sure to leave the straps intact. Once it was completely removed, you tossed it aside, leaving nothing to block the view of your bare crotch.

For a moment, you simply admired Changbin's flushed cheeks as he continued rubbing his hand over himself. The sight of him like that only served to get you hornier still. With a low chuckle, you straddle his waist, sliding your hips directly atop his erect shaft. Your slick folds rubbed against the tip of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies.

But instead of sinking down on top of him, you stayed where you were, hovering over him for a few moments. You gave him time to adjust to your presence before shifting your weight forward, sitting flush against Changbin's pelvis. Then you took advantage of your position, leaning forwards until your breasts pressed against his chest. A second later, you lowered yourself slowly, allowing Changbin's cock to slide fully inside of you.

The sensation was intense. His cock filled you completely, stretching you tight. It also felt incredibly warm and inviting, especially compared to the cool air conditioning flowing through the room. For a brief moment, you worried that he might be too big for you to handle. Thankfully, however, he fit snugly within you, not causing you any discomfort whatsoever. In fact, the thought of being impaled on his cock had you gasping in surprise, delighting Changbin.

He moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close.

His hands roamed freely over your curves, groping and caressing every inch of your body. As he did, you lifted your upper half slightly higher, tilting your torso downwards. This allowed you to move your hips more easily, rocking them side-to-side. At first, this caused the friction from your movement to rub against Changbin's balls. However, after a short period of experimentation, you figured out how best to work with it, adjusting your rhythm accordingly.

In no time at all, he bucked upwards into you, slamming his cock deep inside of you over and over again. Each stroke pushed you further along the bed, forcing your legs apart wider than they ever had been before. Yet, thanks to the angle, neither of you suffered any pain or discomfort. Instead, you reveled in the blissful sensations flooding your senses, enjoying the wild ride as it unfolded beneath you.

It didn't take long for you two to reach a feverish pace together. You bounced wildly atop Changbin's lap, riding him hard and fast. The force of each thrust forced your tits to bounce obscenely, jiggling lewdly as you rode him. They shook uncontrollably, slapping against his chest and stomach. Meanwhile, your clit throbbed relentlessly, begging to be touched. But there would come a time when you got to enjoy those pleasures, much sooner than expected.

Just as you started to feel lightheaded, Changbin groaned deeply, arching backwards sharply. Before you knew what was happening, he threw his head back and let loose a loud scream. Spurt after spurt of cum sprayed inside of your pussy, filling you full to bursting point. You gasped reflexively, feeling some of the hot fluid spill outwards and run down your inner thighs.

However, most of it remained trapped inside of you, adding another layer of lubrication to your insides.

As Changbin panted heavily, his entire body tensed tightly. He kept thrusting rapidly, but now his motions were erratic and uncontrolled. You couldn't tell whether he was trying to fuck you harder or just prolong the pleasure by going faster. Either way, it worked well enough; you could feel your climax approaching swiftly. Just seconds later, you exploded in a rush of ecstasy, screaming out his name as you were ready to lose control entirely.

"Changbin!" You cried breathlessly, gripping onto his shoulders for support. "Oh god! I'm coming... oh my fucking god..."

You thrashed about madly, unable to contain your excitement any longer.

Every muscle in your body seized up as you shuddered violently, crying out Changbin's name once more as your orgasm hit its peak. It lasted far longer than your previous ones had, wracking you with an unending series of mind-melting orgasms. Even so, you managed to stay on top of him for several more minutes afterwards, riding his dick as though possessed. Only then did you finally collapse forward, collapsing atop of his chest.

Both of you lay motionless upon the bed, spent and exhausted beyond measure. Eventually, you found the strength to sit upright, pushing off of Changbin's chest and lying next to him on the bed. You kissed him lightly on the lips, smiling happily. "We should do that again sometime."

Changbin smiled shyly, kissing you back. "I'd like that,"

Hwang Hyunjin / Hyunjin's tongue hung gently out of his mouth, and his eyes soon rolled back in pleasure as he continued to feel you pound inside him like a jackhammer. His legs were wrapped tightly around your waist, holding on for dear life while his arms squeeze onto neck for support, so that he wouldn't fall off against the wall behind him. You could tell how much more turned-on he was now than before by the way his breathing became heavier with each thrust into him.

Your own stamina wasn't doing too bad either; it felt good enough to keep going at this pace for quite some time if need be...

The room was filled with moans of ecstasy and gasps of breath as Hyunjin's head tilted backwards towards the ceiling again. The sound of skin slapping together echoed throughout the entire bedroom, making it seem almost surrealistic to hear such loud noises coming from both you two. You could hear how loose he'd gotten around the toy; it's slickness coated every inch of skin between his cheeks, making them look wet enough to for the lubricant run down over his thighs.

"Mm... Mmph..." Hyunjin mewled into your ear before moaning again when you reached up and grabbed hold of his hips tightly, causing him to buck wildly under your grip. "Fuck yes! Oh god fuck me!"

You chuckle in response, leaning forward slightly so that your lips would brush against his cheek lightly. He shivered at the contact but didn't pull away. Your hand then slipped underneath his ass to grab onto his bare hip bone instead, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks on his smooth flesh. It made you smile just thinking about what he must have looked like right now – all flushed and sweaty, covered in sweat stains, panting heavily while being pounded mercilessly by you.

Hyunjin was too far gone already to do anything but enjoy it, whimpering and crying out with every thrust you gave him. Even though he was clearly close to orgasm himself, his cock remained rock solid through it all. In fact, even after you slowed down the speed of your strokes, it still took another few minutes until he finally let go of one last shuddery moan, shooting rope after thick spurt of cum all over your stomach.

His body trembles beneath yours, and his toes curl weakly as his muscles begin to relax. A satisfied smirk spreads across his face once his breathing starts calming down, leaving only the faintest hint of perspiration coating his forehead and chest.

Although, you weren't quite done yet yourself...

Without any hesitation, you push yourself completely upright, forcing the dildo so deep within Hyunjin's tight hole that he lets out an involuntary gasp of pain.

He quickly recovers however, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a scream while looking up at you pleadingly. You grin playfully, reaching down to grasp the base of the toy firmly between your fingers before pulling it slowly out of him. Once it pops free, you shove it back inside with ease, eliciting another soft cry of pleasure from Hyunjin along with a sharp intake of breath.

His knees bend slightly to help relieve some pressure, allowing you to pump faster without having to worry about hurting him further. As long as he can handle the sensation, there shouldn't be any problem.

After several more seconds of this, you decide to switch things up a little bit, grabbing hold of his ankles and spreading them wide apart.

This causes his buttcheeks to spread open, revealing the pink inner lining of his asshole. You couldn't help but notice how swollen it appeared compared to earlier; the entrance was stretched past its limits thanks to your relentless pounding, creating a nice puffy ring around the opening that glistened with a thin layer of saliva. The cold wall behind him also added to the pleasurable feeling, sending pleasant jolts of electricity coursing through his spine.

You take advantage of this, plunging deeper into him with every stroke, driving the toy deep into his depths.

The tip of the toy rubs against something sensitive inside him, causing his whole body to tense up and twitch uncontrollably. You knew exactly where it was located, since you had taken care of it during the first round. The first time you did it, it caused Hyunjin to jerk violently, letting out a loud shriek which left you laughing in amusement. But now? Now he seemed perfectly fine with it, taking a moment to rest his chin upon your shoulder while giving you a contented sigh.

"You really like this that, huh?" You chuckled throatily, reaching up to stroke his dark hair affectionately. "Having a girl pegging you like I am~?"

He whined softly in reply, pushing his ass back against the strap-on teasingly. "Y-Yeah... Mmm."

It pleased you immensely seeing how much he enjoyed getting fucked like this. This was certainly different than what you were used to, but that didn't mean it wouldn't feel amazing. And judging from the way he was reacting to your thrusts, he definitely agreed with you.

You continue moving your hips in circles, enjoying the sight of his plump butt bouncing off your lap each time you drive your dick home. Every inch of Hyunjin's body was taut and trembling, quivering with blissful moans escaping his mouth every time you hit a particularly good spot. With each passing second, he grew closer towards climax, his thighs growing tighter around your waist, his legs becoming weaker. By the time you felt his body stiffen beneath you, you could tell he was ready for release.

"Ahh... Ahhh... Y-Yeah." He gasped out, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "It feels great, yeah... Feels so good..."

His words only encouraged you to move faster, pumping your shaft harder and deeper into his hot insides. You wanted to give him everything he needed, wanting to make sure that he came undone right here, under your control. After all, you made it clear to him that this would be a night filled with sexual debauchery, and he hadn't disappointed you thus far.

"Fuck!" Hyunjin cried out loudly, throwing his head backwards and clutching your shoulders tightly. "R-Right there... Right fucking there— ah, shit!"

You could hear his breath quickening, the sound of his heavy pants echoing off the walls. His cock still raged between his thighs, twitching rapidly and begging to be released. Without warning, you wrap your palm around his shaft and squeezed firmly, eliciting a strangled gasp from Hyunjin's mouth.

You stroked him slowly until he stopped moving entirely, just staring right at your hand as you worked it over his dick.

Pre-cum oozed freely from the tip of his cock, dribbling down your wrist and dripping onto the floor below. You smile sweetly at him, rubbing your thumb gently across the underside of his cockhead. A few more strokes later, and his entire body began to shake.

Not even bothering to look away, you watched his face contort into a grimace as he reached his limit, cumming hard all over your fist.

The force of his orgasm sent waves of pleasure rippling throughout his frame, making him writhe helplessly beneath your grip. Your other hand gripped his hip tightly, holding him steady enough that he didn't fall forward or lose balance completely. When he finally finished shooting ropes of seed all over your fingers, you let go of his erection and moved your arm aside, watching him carefully.

Hyunjin's breathing returned to normal after a minute, panting heavily as he stared up at you. He gave you a small nod before looking down at himself, noticing the mess he'd created on his stomach and chest. His cheeks flushed red as he looked up again, meeting your gaze with an embarrassed expression.

"Sorry about that," He muttered sheepishly, averting his eyes. "I'm not very experienced when it comes to these sorts of things... Guess I went overboard..."

You chuckle quietly, leaning in close to press a kiss against his forehead. "Don't worry too much about it. The show you gave me earlier was plenty worth it~"

Han Jisung /A string of small giggles left Jisung's mouth, along with a contagious smile that made you crack one too. But unlike him, you had to focus on the task at hand—to get him prepare for the lewd activities he was about to experience tonight. You could tell by his expression and how flustered he looked underneath your hands as they ran down over every inch of skin between them that he wasn't exactly in an aroused state right now, but there were ways around this problem...

"You're so soft," You said while tracing circles all across his chest. "And warm..."

He shivered under your touch even more than before and let out another laugh, which only served to make you grin wider. This is what you wanted: His mind off everything else except for the pleasure coming up soon enough. And it seemed like you'd succeeded because when you moved back up again, he didn't seem quite as nervous or uptight anymore.

In fact, he actually looked relaxed!

Your lips trailed lower towards his neck once ; kissing each spot where your fingers touched just below his collarbone until finally reaching those thick pecs. The muscles beneath your fingertips flexed slightly from the stimulation, causing some of his hard-earned sweat to bead against his taut flesh. Your tongue snaked out into playfully lick one side of his neck, then the other.

When you reached the nape of his neck, you bit softly at his shoulder blade, making sure not to draw blood. Just a small bite would do, though; enough to leave a mark without doing any real damage. A few minutes later and you were done teasing him completely, leaving no trace of your kisses behind besides that slight redness on his skin.

Jisung breathed deeply, trying to calm himself after such a rough session of foreplay. It felt good to be taken care of, especially since he hadn't gotten much practice with this sort of thing lately. Most people tended to prefer going straight for sex instead of taking their time to really enjoy themselves first. But then again, most people weren't you. You loved to take things slow, savor every moment of intimacy before getting down to business. Which is why you took the initiative and started stroking his cock through his pants, slowly working yourself closer and closer to the end result.

After several seconds of rubbing his shaft, however, he spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Um... I think I'm ready for... you know."

He blushed lightly, embarrassed despite being half naked already. He knew what you wanted, but he couldn't help feeling shy asking for it.

After all, this was new territory for both of you, even if you've been together long enough to have experimented with various kinks. But, that didn't stop you from pushing forward, grabbing hold of the waistband of his underwear and yanking it down roughly, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Then, you pulled his boxers off next, revealing his erect length fully.

Even though it wasn't completely hard just yet, it's thickness still made it still stand out from the rest of his body. You licked your lips hungrily as you stared at it, admiring its shape and size. However, the real prize was hidden between those two plumpy globes. So, you quickly grabbed ahold of his ass cheek and squeezed firmly, eliciting an adorable squeak from the singer. Jisung's eyes widened and he glanced down nervously, but you merely smiled reassuringly.

"Relax," You whispered, giving his buttock a playful smack. "It'll feel better if you don't tense up."

The comment brought a smile to his face and he nodded hesitantly, biting his lip as he closed his eyes tight. But when you pressed your palm flat against his hole, he tensed up again, almost instinctively. You didn't mind, though; it gave you something to work with.

So, you began rubbing your finger against his entrance, spreading your saliva onto his smooth skin as well as adding lubrication. Once you got used to the texture, you pushed further inside, allowing yourself to sink deeper and deeper into his tight little hole. Each thrust caused him to moan softly, but he kept quiet otherwise. As you continued to push your digit in and out of his rear, he gradually grew accustomed to the sensation. Soon, his moans turned to whimpers, followed by grunts.

His breathing became heavier, more labored, as he tried to keep control of his voice. However, that proved impossible for someone who had never experienced anal penetration before. Especially not from somebody like you, who knows exactly how to use her tools.

Eventually, Jisung could barely contain himself anymore.

With a loud gasp, he arched his back, forcing you to pull your hand away briefly lest you hurt him too badly. That, combined with his bucking hips and the way he clamped down tightly around your finger, made you realize that you should probably give him a minute before continuing. When you withdrew your digits, he sighed loudly, panting heavily as he regained his breath.

Jisung leaned back against the bed, relaxing his legs and arms so that they fell limply to either side. Then, he opened his eyes and looked over at you, grinning sheepishly.

"Please, tell me that was it?" Jisung asked, sounding eager rather than afraid now. "I'm practically dying here..."

You laughed softly, running your fingers along the length of his dick, which was now softening slightly.

"Nope! That was just the appetizer!" You teased, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

You quickly pointing towards the strap-on dildo lying on top of the dresser across the room, where it sat alongside a bottle of oil. Jisung's gaze followed yours until finally he understood what you meant. His cheeks darkened, but he grinned widely anyway.

"Oh, yeah? And what about dessert?" He said playfully, reaching forwards and pulling you close.

As soon as his mouth came down upon yours, you wrapped one arm around his neck and snaked another under his leg, hooking your toes behind his thigh. This allowed you to easily lift his other knee up high, exposing his anus once more. Before you could do anything else, however, Jisung suddenly switched up the laying positions.

You let out a surprised squeal, but only for a brief second – because before you could say or do anything, Jisung had pinned your shoulders down to the mattress. Your struggles were futile, though, since he held you down effortlessly. In fact, you weren't even sure how he managed to get so much leverage in such little time. All you really saw was his bulging crotch right above your head, and then...

A sharp pain shot through your lower abdomen as he forced his cock into you.

The suddenness caught you off guard, causing you to cry out sharply. Jisung immediately froze, worried that he might be hurting you, but after a quick glance upwards, you reassured him that everything was okay. He relaxed somewhat, but he did continue moving slowly at first, taking care not to go any faster than necessary. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he reached down to grab both of your hands, bringing them together to form a cross.

"You didn't think I was going to let you stick that thing inside me without putting up some sort of fight, did you?" Jisung chuckled, still keeping his weight on your torso while using your wrists to hold you steady.

"Of course not!" You replied, returning his smirk. "But, it's still happenin' whether you want it to or not!"

He smirked again, clearly pleased by this response. It wasn't long before he sped up, pushing his hips forward forcefully each time. Even though you felt a bit sore already, there was no stopping him. Not with those big brown puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours and that wicked grin plastered on his lips. You knew full well that he'd never stop unless you told him to. So, instead of resisting further, you simply accepted the inevitable. After all, if he wanted to fuck you hard enough to make you scream, then who were you to argue?

Besides, you liked having his cock buried deep inside you. It made you feel powerful, knowing that you could take him whenever you wanted.

Soon, the two of you found yourselves lost in a heated rhythm. One moment he would be fucking you slow and gentle, giving you plenty of time to adjust, and the next he would pick things up considerably. There were times when he would push in hard and fast, slamming you against the sheets, and others where he took it easy, caressing your inner walls gently. Regardless, he always gave you ample opportunity to catch your breath between thrusts, making sure that neither of you ever got tired.

However, despite Jisung's efforts to pace himself, you couldn't help but notice something. As much as he went at you relentlessly, he kept glancing back at the strap-on dildo sitting on top of the dresser every few seconds. Every single time, his expression turned from lustful to curious and eventually, a blushing mess.

"Jisung?" You whispered, catching onto his behavior. When he didn't answer, you wave your hand his face, trying to draw his attention away from the toy. "Earth to Jisung."

"Huh!?" He jumped, startled by your voice. "What?"

"Hehe, I thought you're going to put up a fight? Or was that just an act?" You teased, taking this chance to push him back down onto the mattress. "Hm~?"

His cheeks flushed bright red, and he looked away awkwardly. However, you noticed that he hadn't tried to stop you yet, either. Instead, he's let's you move freely, allowing you to tower over him like you did earlier. The difference being that this time, you weren't going to let him take back that power, no matter how much he struggled.

"Don't worry," You cooed, leaning down and kissing him softly on the cheek. "I'm gonna finish you off good tonight..."

It was only then that he realized what you meant. His eyes widened slightly, and his jaw dropped open. But, it was far too late now. You gently slide off him and reach for the strap-on, slipping it into place quickly. Then, you straddled his waist, pressing yourself firmly against him. Just as he began to protest, you leaned in close, whispering in his ear seductively:

"And don't you dare try to resist."

With those ending words, you plunge your dick deep inside his tight ass. And just like that, his resistance disappeared completely. From here on out, he wouldn't have any choice but to submit to whatever you wished. No longer able to hide behind his usual bravado, he threw his head so fast that you're afraid he might have gotten whiplash. All that remained was a whimper, which was soon replaced with a low groan of pleasure.

The feeling of your shaft sliding inside him was unlike anything else.

While Jisung had been pretty loose around his entrance already, this new position made everything even tighter. With each stroke, you pushed deeper into him, until finally hitting bottom. Your pelvis pressed against his own, eliciting another moan from him as the two of you locked in a passionate kiss once more. This time, however, it lasted several minutes rather than mere seconds. Soon, both of you were panting heavily, desperate for oxygen after such vigorous activity.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you saw that Jisung's breathing was coming faster and heavier, almost as if he were about to pass out. In fact, it seemed like he was struggling to stay conscious, so you decided to give him a helping hand. Leaning in close, you slid one of your hands under his neck and lifted his body into the air, placing his chest directly above your own. That way, you could easily grab hold of his shoulders and move much more freely.

"Mmph... Ahh..." Jisung moaned, shuddering as you started to pump harder and faster inside him. "Y/N!"

You glanced over your shoulder to see him gazing up at you lovingly.

He must have loved seeing you dominate him like this, because he practically radiated bliss. It wasn't long before he reached his limit, arching his hips upwards desperately. Each movement caused him to gyrate his ass against the fake cock, milking it mercilessly. At last, his orgasm hit him like a truck, sending waves of ecstasy through his entire body. A slutty smile spread across his lips, and he buried them into your neck.

After a while, you slowed your movements down, gradually pulling out of his ass. He collapsed onto the bed beneath you, gasping for air as you laid atop him. Both of you stayed still for a moment, recovering from your exertion. Eventually, you rolled onto your side next to him, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

"Looks like I win this round, and every other battle between us from now on," You chuckled lightly, stroking his hair affectionately. "How do you feel?"

"Ugh, I can barely stand straight right now," He wheezed, clutching his stomach. "But, count me in for all those future battles~"

Lee Felix /Felix's gag reflex was always strong. So, he could easily take the dildo you've been forcefully shoving down his throat without gagging or vomiting at all. However, you did notice a couple tears pooling in his eyes, which prompts you to lift his head up for a quick moment, just long enough so that he can see your face before lowering it back down again and forcing another inch of cock into his mouth.

You're not sure if this is was the bestest way to lubricant the toy, but after some experimentation with different techniques on yourself over the past few months, you figure out how much spit will be needed by applying it directly onto the shaft first. You then start moving faster as Felix sucks harder than ever before.

His jaw starts hurting pretty badly now since he has no choice but to keep sucking against the force being applied from behind him, causing more tears to form around his eyes. But these are quickly wiped away when you feel like he's had enough practice under his belt already. It doesn't hurt too bad though because you know what comes next...

"Damn, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?" Felix whined between heavy breaths while looking up at you through teary eyes. "I mean, I don't mind dying here, but..."

He said those last words sarcastically, yet they still manage to get a chuckle out of you despite feeling guilty about using such cruel methods. After all, he really does look rather pathetic right now; drooling on himself with his hair messed up and sweat dripping off his forehead and cheeks. He even looks quite sexy, especially given the circumstances. His lips are redder than usual due to having spent most of its time wrapped around the strap-on's thick base, making them appear moist and plump.

The sight alone makes your panties dampen slightly.

"It'll be worth it," You tell him reassuringly, wiping away some of the saliva for his freckled cheek. "Just hold on tight."

With that, you grab both sides of his head with one hand and guide his face towards yours. Your kiss is soft, tender, and filled with lust. And judging by the moans coming out of Felix's mouth, it seems like he enjoyed it just as much.

As soon as you pull away from each other, he opens wide once more and takes the entire toy's length inside his mouth. You gasp, surprised at how deep he managed to suck the thing down into his throat. Not only that, but you also noticed that he kept his tongue pressed flat against the underside of the shaft.

Your fingers run through his hair gently while watching his impressive performance. There were times where he'd stop briefly to catch his breath, allowing you to remove the dildo from his mouth before sliding it back in. When finally you decided he's had enough, however, you slowly withdraw the strap-on until just the tip remained buried within his mouth.

This causes Felix to whimper softly, but you didn't have any intention of letting go of him just yet.

"You're doing so well, Lixie!" You praise him warmly, stroking his hair lovingly. "But, there's something else I want to try now."

After removing your hands from his head, you grab the end of the harness, pulling it away from Felix's body entirely. Now free, he immediately lay's down onto his back, ready for you to mount him. With his legs spread open before him, you place the base of the strap-on firmly against his entrance and press forward. At first, nothing happens except for the slight stretching sensation felt along his ass crack, but after a few seconds of gentle pressure, you feel it slip inside. Felix lets out an audible moan at this point, unable to hide the fact that he's enjoying this new experience.

"C-Carful with that thing... my butt isn't used to it yet." Felix stammers, clearly struggling to speak properly due to the overwhelming sensations coursing throughout his whole body. "Just a little bit further..."

Despite hearing his pleas, you continue pushing deeper inside his hole. A little bit of pain is expected considering he hasn't taken anything that large before, but the amount of pleasure he feels from the fullness filling him up is far greater than what he imagined. He begins panting heavily as you sink further inside, burying almost half the strap-on inside his asshole. Once you reach his deepest parts, you pause momentarily to let his body adjust to the size of the toy. Eventually, Felix stops struggling and relaxes completely beneath you.

"I'm good," He whispers. "Keep going."

At this, you begin moving back and forth, taking advantage of his loose sphincter. Every thrust brings a small cry from Felix's lips, making you smile knowingly at the sound. He loves this kind of attention, and it shows by the way his hips move involuntarily underneath you. Soon, you can see why: his cock is rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He must've been excited after sucking on the strap-on earlier, which explains the sudden surge of blood rushing to his length.

As if sensing his need, you lean over and take his dick in your mouth, swirling your tongue across the sensitive head. His groan of ecstasy vibrates through the bed sheets, sending shivers of delight running down your spine. You could do this forever, but eventually you realize that the longer you wait to start fucking him, the harder it will become. So, instead of prolonging the inevitable, you switch back to pounding his ass with long strokes. Each one sends another cry of pleasure from Felix's mouth, making you smirk happily. It was nice knowing someone liked getting their hole pounded so much.

Felix has never experienced sex like this before, nor did he expect it would feel as amazing as it does when he's penetrated. From the moment you inserted yourself inside him, every inch of his insides clenched tightly around your shaft. Even though he knew this should help ease him into accepting larger objects later on, the sheer intensity of the sensations caused by being stuffed made him lose control. The feeling of having a foreign object buried deep within his ass sent waves of arousal rippling through his entire body; all thanks to the unique stimulation provided by the strap-on.

You wasn't sure how much time passed between then and now, but you suddenly notice Felix's eyes fluttering shut.

All the teasing, the rough treatment, and even the intense anal penetration left him utterly drained. A cute pout forms on his face as he tries to keep himself awake, wanting to keep the pleasure coming, but his eyelids droop lower and lower. In no more than two minutes, Felix falls unconscious, leaving you alone atop his naked frame.

A satisfied chuckle escapes your lips as you get off him, removing the strap-on from his still twitching ass. You excepted this outcome since the beginning, nor were you mad about it either. After all, this was supposed to be fun and exciting for both of you, not some sort of punishment or chore. However, the fact that Felix lost consciousness only confirmed that you really are good at pleasing people, especially those who aren't accustomed to such pleasures.

With the dildo removed from his anus, you admire his sleeping form once again. His chest rises and falls rhythmically while his breathing slows down, signaling that he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep. As tempting as it may have been to stay here and cuddle up next to him, you had quite the mess that needed to be cleaned up.

"Geez, Felix. Why'd you have to fall asleep right before we finished? You sigh, shaking your head slightly, only for another smile to cross your features.

Kim Seungmin /Seungmin gave you an pretty unsure, like he normally does when something is bothering him. The odd sight of your fingers freely penetrating him wasn't excatly helping his mood either, and the fact you'd planned to peg him once you're done having toying around with his ass was making it even worse for him.

He couldn't help but moan out a little as he felt himself getting closer, just a little more teasing before letting loose on that tight hole. You, on the other hand, were on cloud nine at this point, feeling excitement bubbling up inside of you from what's about to happen. Your legs are shaking in anticipation, almost ready to explode if only Seungmin would let go already.

But he held back...for now.

"Come on, Seungmin. Don't be so stubborn." You tease, curling your fingers into tighter circles against his prostate while still moving them slowly within him. "I know you want me to fuck you~!"

"That's where you're wrong, Y/N." He grumbles softly, groaning under your ministrations as he feels himself get close again. "I don't know why I even agreed to do this..."

You chuckle quietly, biting down on his earlobe gently enough not to hurt.

The sudden touch startles him, causing him to tense up slightly, and then relaxes completely after hearing you purr next to him. His body starts shuddering lightly underneath yours, trembling ever so slightly every time one of your digits hit it's target.

It takes another minute or two before Seungmin finally does let go, moaning quietly as he explodes all over the place. It doesn't take long for you to feel the warmth seeping through the night air, which makes you giggle happily as you pull yourself away from his asshole. Once you've gotten far enough, you reach behind you and grab some lube off the nightstand, pouring it onto both hands.

"Mmhm," You hums contentedly as you press your palms together, coating your entire right palm in the slippery substance. "This'll be fun, trust me~"

His eyes widen as you spread your left hand apart, pressing the slick material against his entrance. However, you don't insert anything yet; instead opting to rub it across his perineum, giving him a few moments to adjust to whatever sensation is happening there. When he seems comfortable with that, you continue applying pressure until eventually slipping one finger back into him - stretching open those muscles wide before pulling it back out. Repeating this process several times before adding another digit, slowly working your way deeper and deeper into him each time.

By the third finger, you can hear Seungmin panting loudly as you push yourself further inside him, twisting your wrist every so often to make sure you keep hitting his G-spot without any problems. Every thrust sends jolts of pleasure shooting throughout his body, his moans becoming increasingly louder as you work yourself in and out of him. After a bit longer, you add another finger, spreading them apart until you have four fingers buried deep inside him, pumping them in and out quickly.

"Oh god," He whimpers lowly, whimpering as he tries desperately to hold back from coming. "J-Just get this over with already, please..."

"Really!? You'll let me?" You ask curiously, shocked by how eager he sounds. "Alright, alright! Just give me a moment, okay? I'll go get it now!"

Running towards the bedside table, you open the drawer and rummage around for a second, pushing around various objects before finding what you're looking for. Pulling it out carefully, you turn back to face Seungmin who had been watching everything you did with growing curiosity, his cheeks flushed pink with arousal. Taking note of this, you move forward, kneeling between his thighs as you sit cross legged.

Holding the strap-on up high, you look at it intently, examining it's length.

It's black leather, decorated with a silver buckle at its tip, allowing it to be adjusted in size depending on whoever wears it. In your case, however, you could wear it comfortably thanks to your own measurements, making it easier than usual to slip it on. Once you're satisfied with the fit, you begin buckling it tightly in place, adjusting it to where you think it should be. With that taken care of, you stand back up, taking a step closer to Seungmin, who has stopped panting by now, simply staring blankly at you.

"Well, here goes nothing," You whisper softly, reaching down and grasping the base of the toy. "Are you ready?"

Seungmin nods weakly, swallowing thickly as you lean forward and press the head of the dildo against his entrance. He bites down on his lip nervously as you slide it along his wet flesh, inch by slow inch going deeper and deeper until you hit the bottom.

The feeling of having something shoved inside you always gets to you, no matter if it's an actual dick or just a fake one like this. However, when someone else is doing it...that somehow adds to the experience. As such, he gasps sharply as you force more and more of yourself inside him, filling him up completely. Before long, you stop moving altogether, letting him get used to the new sensation.

After about half a minute passes, you begin rocking your hips slightly, sliding yourself in and out of him while keeping your grip firm. This causes Seungmin to moan deeply, his legs shaking beneath you as you grind against his prostate. The sound alone is enough to make your pussy throb with need, but you ignore it, focusing solely on pleasuring him.

His chocolate brown eyes are glued to yours as you do, seeing the lustful glint in their depths as they gaze upon you. He lets out a soft groan, grabbing handfuls of your ass as you continue grinding against his prostate. That only encourages you to speed up, pounding himself hard against your pelvis until you're slamming into him roughly, slapping your breasts lightly against his chest. Each time you slam into him, he cries out wordlessly, his voice muffled by the cock stuffed inside of him.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" You breathe, smirking wickedly at him.

"Yes," He breathes shakily, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please."

With that, you pick up the pace once again, driving yourself into him with all your might. Your hips slap loudly against his pelvis, the noise echoing through the room as you pound him relentlessly. Seungmin doesn't even try holding back anymore, moaning breathlessly as you drive yourself onto him, ravaging him with each thrust.

A small amount of lube trickles out of his hole, adding lubrication to ease things along. Soon enough, you feel his tight muscles start clenching around the shaft, signaling that he's close to cumming.

Grinning darkly, you take advantage of this, speeding up your movements even further. Within moments, his hot load begins gushing forth, coating his chest with sticky ropes of cum. Watching it splatter across his skin makes you squirm in excitement, unable to resist leaning forward and kissing him. His lips part, giving way for you tongue to snake inside of his mouth, tangling itself within his own. You taste his flavor on your tongue, relishing it as you kiss him hungrily, devouring his warmth.

After a few minutes, you break off from the kiss, gazing at him with wide eyes as he pants heavily beside you.

"Holy shit..." You murmur quietly, grinning at him.

Seungmin looks embarrassed, averting his gaze shyly.

"Don't get cocky yet," He mutters, licking his lips.

Smirking, you reach over to the nightstand and retrieve some tissues, wiping away the mess on his chest. Once you've cleaned up, you toss them aside in a nearby by garbage can and grab hold of the strap-on, gently pulling it free of him. Slipping it back into the drawer, you then walk over to the other side of the bed, sitting down on the edge. Seungmin follows after a moment, crawling up, and cuddling against you.

Yang Jeongin /A little blush couldn't stop itself from spreading along Jeongin's cheeks. He'd been so silent for the past two minutes, watching you prep his hole with your fingers and lube up that he was practically a statue—until now. You had to admit though: he looked damn sexy when a bit flushed from embarrassment. His chestnut hair fell over his shoulders as it always did in this position, but there were more strands than usual today; they stuck out at odd angles like some sort of wild mane.

"I'm ready," He said after another minute passed by without any other words being exchanged between the both of you. "W-Wait, no..."

"It's fine." You smiled gently, trying not to make him feel pressured or anxious about anything else right now besides getting fucked.

If only he knew how much pleasure such a simple act could bring someone...but then again, maybe that would be too cruel. The last thing either one of you needed is for his first time to end in tears and pain.

You took hold of his cock with extreme care, stroking it slowly before leaning forward until your nose was inches away from its tip. It felt hot against your skin, pulsating beneath your touch every few seconds. You inhaled deeply, taking in all of his scent while simultaneously savoring the musky aroma filling the room around you. Your eyes widened slightly when you realized just what an incredible sight this made. This wasn't something that happened everyday, nor should it ever happen. And yet here you were, looking down upon the most beautiful cock in existence.

Your lips parted, letting out a soft sigh as you closed them tightly together once more. There was nothing left to do except take him into your mouth. As soon as those words crossed through your mind, you open wide, wrapping your hand firmly around his base to keep him steady. With slow, deliberate movements, you slid your head further onto his shaft, feeling the thick veins running alongside his length. You paused briefly, allowing yourself to adjust to his girth before sliding back off completely, leaving behind a trail of saliva trailing down his shaft.

The sensation alone caused him to groan softly. You grinned, knowing full well how much he loved having his dick sucked on. In response, you began bobbing your head up and down faster, eliciting even louder moans from Jeongin. His hips bucked involuntarily each time your tongue found its way inside his slit, which sent vibrations straight to your pussy. Even still, you kept going, determined to get him off as quickly as possible. After several more strokes, however, you heard him let out a muffled whimper, signaling that he was close to climaxing.

With one final thrust, he pulled you closer, burying himself deep within your throat. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you swallowed whatever cum came shooting out, swallowing it whole before pulling away. His penis twitched repeatedly before finally subsiding, giving you enough time to pull away and look up at him.

His face was beet red, his breathing ragged. Sweat dripped down his forehead, glistening across his brow as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Despite that fact, his expression remained blissful. His eyes were shut tight, his teeth gritted hard against each other. But after everything, his smile never wavered.

"Ready now~?" You giggled playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he simply nodded and reached out for you, pulling you in close so that your bodies pressed flush against each other. His arms wrapped around you possessively, holding you tight as if afraid you might disappear anytime soon. You leaned your cheek against his shoulder, smiling fondly at how comfortable he seemed to be with you despite how new their relationship truly was.

After a moment of silence, Jeongin spoke up, breaking the spell of contentment hanging heavily above the room.

"Yeah..." He whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your heart beating rapidly in your ears. "Y-You can start now...if you want to."

You turned towards him, grinning brightly before pressing your lips against his. He responded enthusiastically, kissing you back passionately. Your tongues intertwined, exploring each others' mouths, tasting each other's saliva and sweetened juices. Every kiss became deeper and longer, sending shivers coursing through your body. When you broke apart, you saw that his cheeks had gone bright pink, probably due to how heated things currently were.

"Mm..." You hummed, tracing circles on his stomach. "I think I'll go ahead and give you my best effort, hmm? How does that sound?"

"Sounds nice," He murmured, nodding eagerly. "But...do me a favor first, okay?"

"Anything," You replied, arching an eyebrow teasingly.

Jeongin chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "No, really, please don't tease me like that!" He insisted. "Just...just promise you won't stop until we're done, got it?"

You nod in response, before reaching under the bed, retrieving a strap-on dildo. You held it between both hands, examining the phallic object carefully before turning towards him. Jeongin looked surprised by your sudden change in demeanor, but nevertheless smiled warmly nonetheless.

"Okay..." You said, stepping closer. "Let's get started then, shall we?

It only took you about five minutes to prepare. The entire process was surprisingly simple, considering how elaborate and complex it appeared from afar. All you needed to do was slip on some lube, grab the dildo and attach it to the harness, slide into place and make sure the straps were secure. It wasn't difficult or particularly taxing work, though admittedly it did require a certain level of precision.

Once you'd finished getting ready, you approached Jeongin again.

He sat nervously at attention, his fingers fidgeting anxiously as he waited for you to begin. You knelt down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh and stroking it soothingly. His gaze softened somewhat when he felt your touch, relaxing slightly as you ran your thumb along the outside of his leg.

"Are you alright, Jeongin?" You asked gently, looking up at him expectantly.

"Ahh..." He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes briefly. "Yes...it's just...you know..."

You understand what he means instantly.

There are many reasons why people may find strap-ons intimidating; the idea of being penetrated without any kind of protection is inherently scary, especially for those who aren't used to such things. However, you knew firsthand how amazing it could feel, given how much fun you'd had during your previous experiences. Still, it couldn't hurt to ease him into things, right? So you decided to take it slow.

You slid your hand further up his leg, cupping his balls lightly in your palm. Jeongin whimpered softly, shuddering at the contact. After a few seconds, however, he opened his eyes once more. He gazed up at you curiously, enjoying the sensation of having someone else touching him intimately. With a small smirk, you noticed his hole had started twitching, signaling that he was already very aroused. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad after all!

Taking the initiative, you finally rub the tip of the dildo against his slit, eliciting another soft moan from Jeongin. He shifted forward onto the bed, prodding himself against the toy as if trying to push it inside. You obliged, sliding it slowly inside him. Despite its size, it fit perfectly within him, allowing you to continue moving it back and forth while still maintaining enough friction to keep him stimulated.

As you continued thrusting, you watched Jeongin's face closely. He looked incredibly vulnerable, completely exposed and utterly enthralled by your actions. Seeing him like this made you feel immensely powerful, which only fueled your desire to pleasure him even more. You began picking up speed, feeling yourself grow wetter and hotter every time you plunged deep into his insides. You bit your lip, loving the way his muscles tensed around the shaft, squeezing it tightly.

Your movements grew faster and harder, slamming into him with increasing force. Jeongin moaned loudly, gripping your shoulders tight. A low groan escaped his throat as you pulled out halfway, only to slam back into him hard, making them bounce off the mattress. You kept going, pounding away relentlessly, savoring the sounds of their skin slapping together.

Soon, you felt something hot and slick dripping down your thighs, so you slowed your pace slightly.

After a minute or two, you withdrew the dildo entirely. Jeongin whined pitifully, panting heavily as he laid there limply. Your heart raced excitedly, knowing exactly what would come next. Without hesitation, you grabbed hold of the base of the toy and positioned it once more at Jeongin's entrance, pushing it inside him with one smooth motion. As soon as it was fully embedded, you resumed thrusting, watching his face intently.

He was flushed bright red, clearly turned on beyond belief. His cheeks glistened with sweat and strands of hair clung to his forehead, giving him a decidedly sexy appearance. You leaned over him, pressing your chest flush against his own. Their bodies rubbed together as they moved, creating an arousing tingle that sent shivers through your body. You loved seeing his reaction, his mouth hanging open in shock as you fucked him mercilessly.

With each thrust, you pushed deeper than before, filling him completely until your pelvis pressed firmly against his ass. Each movement brought him closer and closer to climax, but you held back, determined to drive him wild instead. Every now and then, you would pause to give him a chance to catch his breath, letting him adjust to the new sensations coursing throughout his body.

His breathing became increasingly ragged, his head tilting back as he stared upwards blankly. His hips buckled erratically under your weight, driving the toy inside him rapidly. Sweat dripped down his brow, running between the cracks of his neck and soaking into his collarbone. The sight of him writhing beneath you left you absolutely throbbing, wanting nothing more than to bury your cock inside him.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jeongin cried out suddenly, clenching his inner walls tightly around the toy.

You didn't have to ask twice, deciding to let him finish on his own terms. You gripped his sides tighter, urging him onward. Within seconds, he went rigid, moaning loudly as he came. Warm liquid splashed across both your stomachs, coating your skin with a layer of sticky fluid. It was almost painful, but you didn't stop fucking him until you were satisfied.

Jeongin lay limp underneath you, gasping for air. When he eventually caught his bearings, he rolled onto his side, staring at you with wide eyes. You smiled gently and stroked the top of his head, kissing him tenderly.

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 32 of 35

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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The plumber was a no-nonsense kind of man. He did a thorough investigation of the plumbing and the damage done to the main living space.

Regrettably, it seemed the damage was worse than you'd feared.

After looking through the pipe system that was accessible the man had determined that because they were old, and because of how cold the winter had been, any of the pipes could break at any moment. Apparently, you'd been lucky to come home to the small amount of damage that you had.

You nibbled on your lip watching Namjoon from the corner of your eye. Surprisingly, he managed to keep a very calm mask on his face as the plumber talked through the numbers and costs of a job like this. Most of the walls were going to have to be demolished in some way to get to all of the pipes, floorboards would need to be ripped up. It was basically going to be a full remodel.

When he had finished talking, Namjoon thanked the man and showed him back out of the house.

Only then did he crumple.

He leaned against the wall by the door, staring at the damage like it might disappear magically if he wills it hard enough. Tears form in his eyes the longer he stands there. You can't tell if they are of sadness, or just because his eyes have been unblinking for too long.

"Joonie?" You ask tentatively

"We are going to have to destroy our whole home," He says, his tone flat.

"It'll be okay Joon," You comfort, although your words mean very little.

"We called it a hovel... but it's our home. This was mine and Yoongi's dream... He'd never admit it, but I carried him over the threshold like a bride when we moved in... It was in a worse state when we bought it believe it or not but it was ours, is ours."

"I'm sure we can keep some things the same. We can make the builders save as much as physically possible,"

"What am I going to tell Jungkook and Jimin?"

Now his tears were streaming in rivulets down his cheeks it was clear they were of sadness as the sinking feeling of losing something he holds dear sinks into his bones.

You rush to his side, taking the large man into your arms. He nuzzles in close, leaning a good portion of his weight on you and you try not to bend.

"We can rebuild the house Joon, it's not going to be the same I know, but it is going to be ours. Maybe even more so if we can work together as the eight of us,"

"I know... I think I'm just going to need some time to grieve what we are losing first,"

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Some time later Namjoon sniffles through his last sob and allows you to pack him and some extra valuables into the car.

You keep a comforting hand on his thigh most of the way back to Jin's. His hand covers yours and he holds onto it with a little more strength than really necessary.

It looks as though the pack has made themselves thoroughly comfortable in your absence. Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are all snuggled under a blanket on the sofa watching a movie. Jimin and Taehyung lay on the sofa bed with Jungkook cuddled happily in between the two of them. It smells delightfully warm and happy as all of their scents intermingle together in the small space.

A scent immediately soured by Namjoon's overpowering smoke.

Jungkook immediately whimpers and sits bolt upright, displacing the two surrounding him.

"I take it it's bad news?" Yoongi sighs turning to face the two of you.

"Pretty much the worst possible," You nod.

"We basically need to rip it back to the studs," Namjoon admits.

Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook's scents reach the same melancholy note as Namjoon's almost immediately.

"Our whole home?" Jimin asks.

"They need to replace all of the pipes in the house. Unfortunately, that means destroying walls and floors," You explain.

You join the three on the floor and Namjoon makes himself comfortable on the armchair. You all sit with the news for a little while, allowing the severity to marinate within the other members of your group.

"Well," Jin says eventually, "Maybe we can turn this into a blessing... somehow"

"I'm not sure how you're going to put a positive spin on this one doc..." Hoseok answers.

"Okay, maybe not positive, but definitely not negative," Jin shrugs, "Think of this as an opportunity to remodel to fit you better. Or us... hopefully,"

"Definitely us," Yoongi nods.

Jin looks elated and continues.

"If we are all able to pitch in, we have a pretty huge budget here, and if I'm not mistaken, you guys own a lot more acreage than the current house is built on right?"

None of you seem to catch on to the wavelength he is putting out.

"It means we can rebuild with more space..." Jin puts it plainly.

He goes on to talk about things you could do. Hoseok and Yoongi could move their studio inside from the shed and have a properly soundproofed building. Jungkook could have a room for nesting and gaming properly. You could have an actual bedroom instead of the office (the thought of a real mattress delights you, even if you were most likely going to be sleeping in the other's beds from now on). You could even by extra large beds that could fit all of you. It would give you all space for yourselves at the same time as giving you better communal spaces that were better suited to you as an eight-person household now.

"We could have heating that works!" Jungkook perks up.

"And AC in the summer Bun," Taehyung ruffles the younger man's hair.

Namjoon looks positively pale at the thought of the money they would all be spending. His fingers are digging harshly into the overstuffed arms of the chair he is sitting in. You shoot him a look to check in but he just shakes his head and lets out a deep breath.

"That's going to be a lot of work," He says through gritted teeth, "Someone will have to be home full time to oversee things and not just Jungkook,"

You each look around the room. Jimin had to keep going to the shelter, Namjoon had deadlines creeping too close again, Taehyung was literally the boss, Hoseok still had his human job to keep him afloat, and Jin was not going to be able to take any more time off.

"I guess I'm quitting my job then..." You announce.

"But then I lose my lunch buddy," Taehyung pouts.

"We can't ask you to quit Y/N, you really wanted that job," Jimin says.

"I really wanted a place to belong, I have that with you guys, the job was just a bonus. I also have it on good authority that the boss really likes me, so I can probably go back in a few months," You wink at Taehyung, "And I guess I'll just have to be your breakfast and dinner buddy for a little while."

“I think I can accept that compromise,” the panda nods.

On a slightly more chipper note than you’d started with, you begin to discuss more additions you could add to the house. Even Namjoon adds in little additions he thinks might be nice like a new office or a library space.

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It took about two weeks for the plumber to get together a crew, he even found a builder that could add on extensions and rebuild for you.

In the meantime, you all made a good temporary home for yourselves at Jin’s place. It wasn’t perfect, in fact far from it, but you found yourselves not caring too much because at least you were together. It was a lot messier than when you moved in. The first day Jin had gone back to work it was like he had forgotten that you would all be at home waiting for him and he looked more than a little frazzled by the clutter that had accumulated in just one day. But that didn’t make him any less thrilled to be scented and kissed as he walked through the door.

In between shifts and deadlines, you really talked about how much you had to spend and what you think might actually have been worthwhile. For example, if you would use an office space, you definitely didn’t need the vintage arcade game Jungkook had his eye on (Taehyung was still going to buy it for him next solstice though).

You decided it might be a good idea to have individual nooks for each of you too along with group spaces. Originally the house had a room for each member of the pack. Of course, when you moved in that changed because you commandeered Namjoon’s office as a bedroom; He never complained about missing the space though. And then adding Taehyung and Hoseok meant all beds were shared at all times. It seemed like a good idea to have individuality even if it wasn’t often used. You’d been allocated space but kept coming up blank about what you might want in it.

It had taken a few serious talks between Jin and Yoongi to get Namjoon to stop seeing this as a failure on his part and more of an investment. He still had that petulant pout on his lips, but he was much more receptive now. He’d managed to be convinced that this was cosmetic and not a necessity that he needed to provide, dampening his instincts just enough to let you all get away with spending far too indulgently.

You said goodbye at work, only having been there for 6 months meant you only had to give a week's notice anyway. It was a little sad, your first job just for you, but it was definitely the right move. You had much more fun things to do, and honestly, you’d spent more time talking to Tae than you ever had doing actually work, this way Ronnie could hire someone genuinely helpful to her.

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Work on the house starts on Monday. You visit to talk to the project leads about construction time, but for now there isn’t a lot for you to do. They walk you through finalised plans and you of along like you know exactly what they are talking about. Then they give you an estimate of a month until you can move back into the main house, and 4 months until all the extensions are built.

The main house would still contain the living room and kitchen, with a downstairs room (although that would no longer belong to Jungkook). And they would knock through upstairs to create two master bedrooms and a shared master bathroom complete with a jacuzzi tub big enough for 8.

You sign off on the final work order and leave the crews to it, buzzing with excitement.

On the way home you grab some takeout brunch from one of Jungkook’s favourite places and take it back with you to Jin’s. The bunny is the only one left in the house, it would likely only be the two of you for a long while as everyone else was on a late shift, or, in Taehyung’s, had been summoned to spend time with family.

The room is quiet when you enter, with no sounds of video games or movies as you’d expected. You drop the food on the side table and walk through to find Jungkook.

The man is fast asleep still cuddling one of your shirts wrapped around Jimin’s pillow. His rabbit ears twitch as he dreams. He looks so sweet curled up that you consider not waking him, the food will be perfectly fine to reheat later. Just as you start to shuffle back into the hall to grab the takeaway, Jungkook shifts. His honey caramel scent floods the room. He moans in pleasure and his hips rut forward into the nothing beside him.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and hurry back into the hallway pretending not to have seen. However, your brain doesn’t seem to be in a rush to forget the way his lips parted and his tongue pushed out to play with his lip ring as he groaned. You contemplate going into Jin’s room for a while but then you hear him.

“Y/N-ah,” he whines.

He knows you’re there, maybe knows you saw him in the vulnerable stage of a wet dream. You need to go in and own up to what you’ve seen.

Then it occurs to you, you haven’t actually seen anything you shouldn’t have. Just a member of your pack dreaming. Sure he was potentially dreaming about sex, but that’s not an issue you’d already slept with half the members, the other half on your to-do list. But it still feels dirty.

You skulk back into the room only to realise that Jungkook is still fast asleep. Perhaps in your initial guilt, you had heard something that wasn’t there.

Jungkook’s hair has fallen over his eyes and he is resting comfortably once more.

You take the food into the kitchen and place it in the fridge. You tidy up a little and then go and settle next to your youngest pack member. You lay on the pillow next to him content to take a nap with him.

He looks so soft when he is asleep. You reach over and push his hair away from his face just in time for him to once again moan your name.

Now it feels like he is playing with you.

You’re sure he must be awake. You watch his expression, waiting for a little smile to give him away. And yet it never comes.

His breathing remains even and his eyelids flutter lightly like those of a peaceful dreamer.

And then his hips rut forward again, this time coming in contact with your leg. He seeks out the contact again, grinding against your leg and whimpering as he does. You try to move away but his arm wraps around your waist, snuggling into your side.

You’re left with two options: wake the man up, or allow him to get himself off in his sleep using your body.

The sheer awkwardness of waking him up made you seriously consider letting him continue his slumbering efforts. But the thought he could potentially wake up halfway through and find you in this compromising position worried you a little more. You and Jungkook had yet to surpass kissing and this didn’t seem like the best way forward.

You gently shake his arm to try and wake him calmly, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

“Jungkookie?”

No response other than another kick of his hips.

Jungkook, wake up!” you say more firmly pushing at his arm.

He blinks his eyes open slowly, smiling cutely as he realises he is wrapped around you. That is until he notices the way his hard length is currently squished up against your thigh. He squeaks and his rabbit ears come down to cover his eyes.

“Mm, sorry,” he mumbles.

His hips jut back to release the pressure but his arm remains around your waist.

“S’okay… Are you hungry? I picked up brunch for us.”

“I’m not hungry… I’m… still sleepy. I was having such a good dream. Do you want to hear about it?” He asks

His ears reveal his face and the expression left behind is not one of guilt or slumber, but of mischief

“Sure bun, what was it about?” You indulge him.

He scrunches his eyes shut and thinks about it. Then he proceeds to describe the most lewd sex dream you’ve ever heard. If you hadn’t heard the words tumbling from his lips you might’ve assumed one of the others was playing a cruel trick to get you riled up.

It starts in an unassuming fashion, not unlike the situation you find yourselves in now. Jungkook explained that you had gotten into bed with him cuddling close, the main difference being he was already awake. So when you joined him in the dream bed he took the opportunity to roll on top of you, kissing you passionately.

He shuffled up the bed so he was able to whisper the rest of his dream into your ear. You bite your lip as he explains all the things he did to you in the dream world and likewise the things you did to him.

When he finishes his tale he pulls back just far enough to gauge the expression on your face. He must like what he sees because he looks far too smug with himself.

"Do you want to try some of those things with me?" he asks, trying his best to sound innocent.

“I'm sure we could give them a go. Where did you want to start?"

Instead of a real answer, he just decides to get started. He shuffles you both around until he is lying on top of you. Your wrists are pinned under his hands, pulled high above your head.

He grinds his erection against your mound, then leans in for a kiss. He teases your lips with his tongue, alternating between kitten licking the top and bottom lip. Once or twice, it seems like he is going to kiss you properly, but instead, he just nibbles at your mouth, making it bruised and plump.

"I’m so glad we are alone for this," Jungkook groans

"Since when don't you like to share?" you raise an eyebrow.

"I love to share, just not you, not now,” he clarifies.

With that, the bunny seems to tire of words. His mouth reattaches to yours with renewed fervour, and his hands begin to travel down the length of your arms. His fingertips tickle as they drag down to your shoulders. You squirm in his hold.

Like this, you can really feel how much the man must work out when none of you are home. His chest presses down against yours as he takes his fill of you. As his hands reach your shoulders, his lips move to your chin, and then your throat, and then the fabric of your shirt. He grumbles as he reaches for the offending fabric.

"Can you take this off?” he asks tugging at your shirt with his teeth.

"Only is you do the same,”

He wastes no time. He sits up, absently rubbing his crotch against yours again in the process. His baggy shirt is launched to the opposite side of Jin's living room. Then he whines when he realises you didn't move quite as quickly.

"Well I can't really do a lot with you or top of me Kookie,” you point out.

He scrambles to the side and helps you up. His fingers wrap around the bottom of your shirt and you raise your arms. His hands brush against your torso on the way up and rush back to your sides when the garment is gone. He squeezes your sides and revels in the feel of your bare skin under his touch.

"Remind me, what happened next in your dream?" you ask, regarding him with hooded eyes.

“Something like this,”

He pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. His teeth make a home in your shoulder, biting deep into the soft section between your neck and the bone. You yelp and he giggles, enjoying the pain he has wrought.

"That's going to leave a mark,” you sulk.

"Good it's supposed to, I want them all to know what we got up to while they were all stuck at their boring jobs. Want them to know what they are really missing out on.”

He takes another couple of bites, not quite as deep, but enough to leave purpling bruises behind.

“Can’t wait to have you writhing underneath me as I have you all to myself, just like my dream,” He moans into your skin.

“You’re talking a big game for a man who has yet to get past heavy petting,” you goad.

He takes the bait immediately.

He tugs harshly at your waistband to rid you of your trousers and underwear in one go. You hear a seam rip as they descend to your knees. He bites into your thigh like it’s an apple, leaving you surprised his cute bunny teeth don’t come back covered in blood. He manoeuvres himself under your legs, the placements of your bottoms locking you around his neck. His hands soothe your thighs coaxing them to bend and let him between them properly.

You gladly comply.

He puts his tongue to good use, exploring your heat thoroughly, drinking you in before settling on a leisurely pace, occasionally sucking on the hood of your clit. It’s nice, but not what you had been expecting.

“Kookie?”

“Mmmh?” He mumbles into your pussy.

“Have you ever done this before?”

His head pops in from between your legs, chin glistening with you.

“Well… no… but it can’t be that dissimilar to a blowjob right?”

“I mean… I have very little comparison, but I’m fairly certain that isn’t true,”

“Did it feel bad?” He looks very disheartened by the prospect of disappointing you, “I promise I’m more than capable of learning, and Jimin says my fucking is unrivalled,” he babbles nervously.

“It felt nice Bun, it just occurred to me that you said you were never really around women, it had me curious. Plus I’ve never… my husband wasn’t really into giving me head so I don’t exactly have a wide repertoire of experience either, I wondered if other women liked that a lot,” You reassure him.

“Tell me what you want from me and I’ll do it, we can learn together” he promises.

“Okay,” You nod and his head dips back down.

He starts off hesitantly this time, the tip of his tongue flicking against areas he thinks might garner a reaction.

“Hoseok said you should use your fingers like you’re summoning someone to you, that felt nice,” you suggest

Jungkook nods and his fingers join his mouth on your pussy. He doesn’t think to warm you up first. Two long fingers push inside of you, dragging against your tight walls making you groan from the discomfort. You swear and grab at his hair. His fingers don’t hesitate though. You wriggle to alleviate the pressure. You bite your lip and mumble out a swear word.

When his fingers are fully inside he curls them gently. It doesn’t take long for the digits to start causing pleasure alongside the ache. You can feel the way he grins against your folds as your moans turn to obvious enjoyment. His fingers are much longer than Jimin’s and thicker than Hobi’s and the feeling is more intense.

As soon as you start getting comfortable with the sensation, so does he. He changes the pattern of his movements, scissoring his fingers apart and moving them independently from one another. He stretches you so well that you barely feel the third finger sneak in until he is moving it in tandem with the first two.

“Is this okay?” He asks, wide eyes peering up at you.

“Amazing,” You confirm, “Try sucking on my clit, Jimin poked his tongue under the hood and pressed hard, that felt so good,”

The mention of Jimin’s name seems to spark something competitive in Jungkook. His mouth attaches to your sensitive nerves with somewhat of a vendetta. You pull harshly at his already disheveled locks but it doesn’t deter him. You try to pull away, just a little, but the jeans around your knees keep your legs where they are around his shoulders. You can’t escape the overbearing touches. For something Jungkook has never done before he sure is a quick study.

You cum hard all over his fingers, drenching him in the process; he doesn’t seem to mind though as his tongue finally relinquishes your clit and ventures down to clean his fingers as they come out of you.

“Was I good?” He asks vulnerability written all over his face.

“So good,” You pant.

He unhooks your legs from around him and springs up to face level. He doesn’t even give you the chance to take a full breath before he kisses you. An open mouth kiss that is more passion than precise, messy in its execution. You can taste yourself almost too much and it makes you shiver in his arms.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” He announces, matter of factly.

He removes your jeans the rest of the way and kneels to shuck off his own bottoms. You watch as his length springs free from its confines, surprised to see exactly what Jungkook is working with. He is bigger than the others, longer with a slight curve; just the sight has you rubbing your legs together like a cricket in anticipation. He watches you almost as hungrily as he prepares himself, reaching under the sofa cushions and coming back with a condom. You’re unsure of who put them there, but you are very grateful for it.

“Flip over for me,” Jungkook says as he taps at your hip.

You roll over into the centre of the air mattress and naturally present your bum, pushing your hips in his direction. He takes each cheek in each hand and squeezes. His fingernails dig into the juicy flesh.

“So pretty,” He whispers more to himself than you, but he still has you blushing into the pillow under your face.

He makes himself comfortable behind you, the bed dipping. The air mattress is far more sensitive to your movements than you might’ve thought.

You arch your back a little more to make it easier for him to reach underneath you.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“More than,” You nod.

One of his hands leaves your backside to help guide himself in. He sinks in slowly with a drawn-out moan

“So warm,”

He melts over your back covering your body with his as he gets used to the feeling of you around him.

“Hyungs are always so tight, but they are never this warm. Just lube never feels this good,” he babbles in your ear.

His hips start moving in small circles, penetrating you deeply. Even those small movements have you biting the pillow as you can feel him almost in your stomach from the angle he’s at. You naturally squeeze around him.

When he starts to pull back the bed moves a little around you. Each time he thrusts the mattress bounces. You kneel up and try to scramble for purchase, holding on to the edge of the sofa cushions for some semblance of stability as his rhythm speeds up. His hands plant themselves firmly onto your hips as he drives forward, making your knees buckle slightly under the pressure.

“Kook…ie” You moan brokenly.

H has you panting into the sofa with each thrust

“Knew you’d like this,” He says cockily, “Even Joonie likes this,”

He keeps going, harder and faster. Just when you think his stamina must be about to give way, he manages to power through. Your entire body shakes as he makes you cum on his cock, trying desperately to stay balanced between the movement of the bed and the power of his hips.

“You get so tight when I do that, I want to do it forever,”

“He can you know…” a smug voice comes from the entranceway.

Jungkook stops suddenly, buried deep inside of you as you both turn to look towards the sound

Taehyung stands in the doorway looking at you both with intrigue. His eyes rake over the both of you unabashedly.

“I’m so glad I decided to come home for lunch… Mind if I take a better seat?” He asks.

Jungkook whines at the thought and you can’t see a reason to protest. The panda sits directly in front of you on the sofa. He moves the sweaty hair away from your forehead and helps you to manoeuvre your hands onto his knees.

“Come on then bunny, show her what you can really do,” he says to the man behind you while meeting your eyes.

Jungkook happily complies, his punishing rhythm returning in full force.

“That’s a good boy,” He praises.

Taehyung reaches over you to pinch at Jungkook’s cheeks then slip his thumb into the bunny’s mouth. You can hear the sucking sound behind you and you long to turn your head to look but Jungkook is pounding into you too mercilessly for you to even attempt to crane your neck away from Taehyung’s lap.

Taehyung’s free hand strokes at your hair, occasionally tugging at the tangles. You can barely focus on the feeling.

You register that he leans across you, they whisper between them and Taehyung chuckles ominously. Jungkook leans over you further, his weight pressing down on your back. One of his hands slips from your hip to the small of your back, pushing against you. The other appears underneath you, fumbling until he blindly discovers your clit.

His thrusts turn sloppy as he tries to focus on drawing circles into your skin.

“Good boy,” Taehyung praises him.

Jungkook’s moans have become a much higher pitch since Taehyung came home.

You dig your teeth into Taehyung’s jeans as you cum a third time. This time you milk Jungkook’s cock. He cums hard, groaning and panting as his hand falls away and his entire weight slumps on top of you. He pulls you back with him so you both fall squarely on the bed, and that’s the last thing he manages coherently for a while.

He becomes a mumbling clingy mess for the next ten minutes, mouthing at any bare skin he can reach. Taehyung helps to remove the solid blanket from beneath the two of you and then rolls the condom off of Jungkook. The younger man twitches from the overstimulation but you don’t miss the way he starts to chub up a little again.

“Insatiable that boy,” Taehyung shakes his head “Can’t wait to explore that properly when we have more space.”

“Me either,” Jungkook says, finally coming around.

He nuzzles into your back sleepily with the clear intention of not moving for a long time.

“Oh no you don’t bunny,” Taehyung kicks at Jungkook’s shoulder, “You do not go to town on a woman like that and not clean her up afterwards.”

Jungkook nods as if he hadn’t thought about it. And maybe it had really never occurred to him, so used to be looked after by those around him.

He manages to drag himself up and out of bed shuffling off in the direction of Jin’s linen closet. It leaves you feeling a little cold in the bed with Taehyung peering over you, amusement clear on his face.

“You really should be careful riling him up when you’re alone together, bunny’s are notorious for their… stamina,” Taehyung chuckles.

“I can handle it,” You yawn.

Jungkook comes back to the bed with a damp flannel and a pair of Namjoon’s pjs. He cleans you up carefully, making you twinge a little as he rounds the still-tender parts. Then he helps you into Namjoon’s clothes.

“I have my own PJ’s” You point out.

“Don’t you want to see Namjoon’s face when he comes home and you’re wearing that and stinking of me?” He asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

He raises an excellent point.

“Are you hungry yet?” You ask.

“Nope… still sleepy…” Jungkook yawns

He then smothers you with his body, forcing you to lie down with him. He looks pointedly past you towards Taehyung, insinuating he should also be getting into bed with the pair of you.

“I’m supposed to be going back to the office…” Taehyung points out.

He looks at the door halfheartedly like he might move, and then he shakes his head. He takes off his jacket and kicks off his jeans then clambers onto the air mattress beside you. He slings his arm across the two of you and settles in for the long haul, the rest of the workday and his family obligations abandoned.

_________

The others start to filter into the house around nine.

Jimin arrives first, whining when he sees Taehyung cuddled in the bed with snacks scattered all around you.

“I’m never going to work again,” He pouts.

The redhead’s sulk last only a few minutes. As soon as Taehyung gets his hands on him, he crumbles, giving in to kisses and abandoning his empty threats.

Namjoon came home next, and Jungkook was right, wearing his pyjamas and been the best idea. The man's eyes bugged out of his head the moment he entered the building. He was less than impressed to find the four of you just giggling at him. His sulking was also easily turned around by Jimin and Jungkook crawling into his lap and scenting him for a solid half an hour.

They are still mid-scent when Yoongi and Hobi walk in. Yoongi had decided it’d be nice to pick Hoseok up from work and grab a late dinner from the Chinese down the road. They can’t help themselves from laughing when they see the scent-drunk state that you’ve riled Namjoon into between the lot of you. They sit on the sofa and hand out various containers of rice, noodles, and dumplings

Namjoon insists on feeding you each a bite from his container but he is able to start eating himself, and it escapes no one's notice that he leaves a dumpling aside for Jin to have later on.

Finally an hour later a very weary Jin stumbles in looking worse for wear after a very long day of saving lives. As soon as he reaches the side of the airbed Taehyung tugs him down with surprising force. The airbed bounces, pushing Jimin off of the edge. Jimin grumbles and moves to sit on the sofa between Hoseok and Yoongi instead. They each reach an arm around him, cheering him up instantly and everyone’s attention returns to Jin.

The eldest lays his head in Namjoon’s lap, allowing you each to feed him leftovers with his eyes shut enjoying the attention. It’s been very clear since you all moved in that Jin was never supposed to live alone, he relished coming home and being pampered by doting mates. And, helpfully, you all relished pampering him.

When the food is gone, his eyes reopen and he blesses each of you with a smile. He sits up straighter, leaning his back against Namjoon’s chest.

“Did everyone have a good day?” He asks.

“Jungkook and Y/N definitely did,” Jimin says

“Hmm, I can smell that… So everyone is in a good mood then?” Jin probes.

“Yes… why?” Namjoon asks suspiciously

“I wanted to talk about the help that Jungkook wants to get. Now the renovations are underway, I spoke to a colleague of mine that has some room on his schedule for a new client…”

Jungkook’s ears perk up and his scent begins to burn at the edges. Instinctively Namjoon reaches out and pulls the youngest towards him. Jin turns to Jungkook and tries to soothe him. A low growl emits from his chest.

“You wouldn’t have to go alone, you can start with family counselling, take anyone of us you wish. I would suggest Namjoon but I think he needs therapy of his own first,” Jin glares at Namjoon

Namjoon clears his throat sheepishly and the grumble stops.

“Y/N will you go with me? You know because then no one has to take off work to go with me and I know you’ll make me stay when I want to run.” Jungkook asks.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want Yoongi to go instead? I mean of course I will, but I can’t imagine it will be the most comfortable for you,” You voice your concern.

“No, I want you.” He confirms.

“Great,” Jin claps his hands together, “I’ve booked your first appointment for tomorrow so you don’t have time to change your mind,” he announces.

Then he grabs the TV remote from Yoongi and closes the discussion by turning on a TV show he had recorded to watch later. You all settle in to watch the trash show together. Taehyung and Jimin yawn almost immediately and Jin ushers them away to sleep in his bed.

Namjoon begins snoring softly just before the main plot is revealed and Jin sighs contently as the larger man cuddles him close. Hoseok starts to snore not long after and Jin tells Yoongi to take the slumbering human to his room.

Having slept most of the day, you and Jungkook were the last men standing, watching the credits roll as Jin rearranged himself and Namjoon to be lying down under the covers. You helped him to remove the bears outside clothes and then the three of you settle in around him.

“Are you sure you’re okay with the therapy appointment Kookie?” Jin asks ruffling between the bunny’s ears.

“I’m sure,” the youngest nods.

“Good. And if you’re a really good boy and sit through the whole thing, even if you can’t talk properly, I’ll buy you a nice big treat. Just don’t tell Namjoon,” The doctor winks.

Jungkook’s scent loses the burnt edge with the promise of a present, easily persuaded.

With that Jin closes his eyes and almost immediately falls asleep. You cuddle yourself into Namjoon’s side and Jungkook spoons around you pulling you closer to him.

“You’ll stay with me the entire time right?” He whispers into your ear.

“I’ll stay with you always Jungkook,” You mumble back to him.

“I’m really glad you’re here Y/N, I’m sorry I wasted so much time when you first joined us.”

“It’s okay,”

“Y/N?” He asks barely audible

“Hmm,” You answer halfway to sleep.

“I love you,”

He kisses behind your ear and his arm tightens around your waist.

“I love you too,” You sigh contentedly.

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